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[yazminbraginski]

Hey Mrs.Shabana I just wanna say I really love your work and it’s always been a delight to read. What I would like to request a part two of NTR because not only was it hot but the possible drama afterwards makes me excited and I wish to know what happens next! You don’t have to do it though take your time with everything

𝐍𝐓𝐑 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary After cheating on your boyfriend, Tengen, it's not long before you face the consequences of your actions. But things take an unexpected turn, and Gyutaro couldn't be happier with the results. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, college au, 18+ MDNI, vaginal sex, netorare, cheating. ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.4k words

✧:･ﾟ→ Part one

"Aw man, do you have to wipe it off? You look so pretty covered in my cum..." Gyutaro pouts as he hands you a paper towel.

"Yes!" You say, trying to avoid letting it drip into your mouth, "Tengen will be here any minute to pick me up."

Gyutaro rolls his eyes and crosses his arms as he watches you clean up the beautiful mess he made of you.

"Heh yeah, I'm lookin' forward to that," he smirks, imagining the look on Tengen's face when he received the photo he sent of you just moments ago.

Begrudgingly, Gyutaro helps you clean up. Taking the soiled paper towels and throwing them in the garbage bin.

"How do I look?" you smooth out your hair and try to look presentable.

Gyutaro narrows his eyes and looks you up and down, "Looks fine to me," he says as he can obviously see a bit of dried cum leftover in your hair - but purposefully decides not to say anything.

"Ok, thanks," you reapply your lipgloss and straighten out your clothes, "Hopefully he won't notice..."

Just as you begin to feel the guilt seep in, the doorknob jiggles, and Tengen barges into the room.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" He shouts and comes barreling towards you.

Never have you seen your boyfriend so angry, especially targeted towards you. You instinctually go to Gyutaro's side, grabbing his arm and staying close to him.

"What the hell has gotten into you?!" you wail, genuinely afraid and confused. Though Gyutaro is shockingly calm and collected, an arrogant aura emanates from him as he grabs his vape out of his pocket.

"Are you fucking serious? You slept with my roommate!!" Your boyfriend clenches his fists in anger.

"Technically she didn't sleep with me, she just sucked me off," Gyutaro says nonchalantly.

Tengen narrows his eyes at his roommate, filled with fury. But honestly, he's not even mad at Gyutaro, he already knows he's a scumbag. So he isn't surprised he'd do something like this, he's more upset with you.

"Shut up incel, adults are talking," Tengen snaps back, "How could you do this, Y/N? I should've known you were a good-for-nothing whore."

"But I-I..." you whimper as your eyes begin to water, shame taking over you. Maybe you really are just a whore. Tengen may stand you up a lot, but that doesn't mean he deserved to be cheated on.

"Tsk," Gyutaro scoffs and takes a drag of his vape, "You're one to talk."

"Shut it! You're just a pathetic virgin, you don't know shit."

"Oh really? Then maybe I should tell Y/N about Hinatsuru. Or maybe Makio or Suma?" Gyutaro smirks as he watches Tengen go pale, "But what do I know? I'm just a pathetic incel, right?"

"You fucking prick..." Tengen curses under his breath.

Your eyes widen as you connect the dots. Those were the girls that Tengen told you not to worry about, claiming that they were just childhood friends. You gave him the benefit of the doubt because you didn't have a reason not to. But now you feel like a complete and utter fool.

A part of you is fuming with anger but the other part feels relieved that now you're off the hook.

"Whatever," Tengen puts his hands up defensively, "You can have my sloppy seconds."

His words hurt, but honestly, you can't even bring yourself to care. As you watch Tengen leave and slam the door behind him, it's safe to say that your relationship is over.

But why is it that you don't even feel that sad about it? Maybe because a part of you figured he was already cheating. He was never around anyway so the fact that you're officially broken up doesn't change much. If anything you're just really happy that you don't have to feel bad about giving Gyutaro a blowjob anymore.

"We should fuck on his bed." Gyutaro breaks the silence with the most out-of-pocket, unhinged sentence. Though you can't say you're surprised he'd say such a thing in a moment like this.

"A-Are you serious?"

"Hell yeah," he takes another drag of his vape, "He said I could have you now so why hold back?"

You can't help but blush at his bluntness - this was one of the reasons why you crushed on Gyutaro in the first place. He's never afraid to say what's on his mind despite how strange or inappropriate it is.

"Haha, sure Gyutaro," you chuckle, "Let's do that."

With a big mischievous grin, Gyutaro takes your hand and leads you to his roommate's bedroom. Promtly pushing you onto the bed and hurriedly taking off his shirt.

"You're still wet from earlier, right?" he says as he slides off his pants, all too eager for round two.

"Y-yeah," you say shyly. He's right, you did get really wet when you gave him a blowjob - your panties are already soaked.

"Well hurry up, take that shit off," he gets impatient, his cock twitching as he glares down at you.

"He's one demanding virgin..." you think to yourself as you hurriedly take off your clothes. Honestly, you're surprised Gyutaro is already hard again after he just came. But he is a virgin after all so it makes sense.

Once your clothes have been fully removed, Gyutaro spreads your legs and crawls on top of you. "About fucking time, you know how many times I've jerked off while thinking about this?"

Your entire face goes red in embarrassment. His words aren't romantic in the slightest but his honesty is sexier than dirty talk could ever be.

You watch in horror as he's about to slide into you, "Wait!! Put a condom on first!"

Gyutaro rolls his eyes and shoves himself into you anyway, "Hell no, I wanna claim you in ways Tengen never could." He groans as he pushes his hips flush against you.

Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as you feel him fill you completely. After being wet for so long without any stimulation, it feels heavenly to finally have him inside of you.

"Ah f-fine," you moan, "But you have to pull out! I-I'm not on birth control."

"Fuck I'd love to get you pregnant so then you'd really be stuck with me," he murmurs, "But fine, I'll pull out if that's what you want."

You hope he'll keep his word, but honestly right now it feels too good to care. Gyutaro begins bucking his hips wildly, thrusting in and out of you with sloppy thrusts.

"You're my girl now, got it?" he says between gasps.

"Uh huh," you moan, "M'your girl now, Gyu."

"Fuck... good girl, Y/N" he picks up the pace - the sound of skin slapping fills the room. And your combined fluids splash where the two of you are connected, creating a nice messy pool on your ex-boyfriend's bed sheets.

Gyutaro doesn't quite know enough about sex yet to make you orgasm, but he's doing a decent enough job at fucking you that you already feel close. So you use your right hand to rub tight circles into your clit, while your other hand holds onto his shoulder for support.

"I fuck you better than he did, don't I?" Gyutaro growls, getting closer to his peak.

"Y-yeah, so much better," you moan, "B-Bigger too."

His lips curl into an arrogant smirk, he grabs your hips tightly and shakily pounds into you as hard as he can. So pussy drunk that he barely pulls out in time.

His cock twitching in the air as his nails dig into your hips, "Th-this'll show him! You're my girl now!" he whimpers as his semen splatters all over your abdomen and all over Tengen's sheets.

Watching the white sticky fluid stain the cloth does something to you and you feel your legs tremble as you reach orgasm. Moaning and arching your back, wishing that he was still inside of you.

"Fuck... he's an idiot for ever cheating on you. You're the perfect girl," Gyutaro rasps, leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss.

As you lay there, a panting and sweaty mess, Gyutaro grabs some tissues and cleans you up. Then he haphazardly smears his semen on the bed sheets. Watching as it soaks into the fabric. Knowing that when Tengen gets into bed tonight he'll have a little surprise waiting for him.

[yazminbraginski]

LOVE your work! If you could do a sequel for Kinktober 20 - Voyeurism, that'd be great! And take however long you'd need, I will wait however long is necessary. But I had an idea, and if you want to do however you want instead, that's fine. But if the reader found the cameras, Gyutaro obviously has access to do this, and Reader decided to have a little fun, because she's into voyeurism, too... All hot and bothered from wondering how long he's been watching her, she hatches a plan. She disables all but one camera, and leaves it angled so Gyutaro can't see anything but a message, on a piece of paper: I know who you are. Come by my room this Friday at 8 PM, or I'll report you. Gyutaro gets there, reader is in lingerie and has her own camera pointed towards the bed! (I feel like I said a lot and not enough...)

𝐕𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Gyutaro is still obsessed with you and still watches you on the cameras regularly. He got lucky not getting caught for so long, but his luck has finally run out. You've found the cameras and he has no choice but to confront you. What he thinks will be the most embarrassing moment of his life will become a blessing in disguise. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, college au, voyeurism, Gyutaro is an incel and a pervert, vaginal sex, creampie ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.5k words. I have been so excited to write this, you have no idea. That kinktober entry was one of my favorites so I'm so happy you requested a sequel! ✧:･ﾟ→ Part one

The semester is finally coming to a close. It's bittersweet because Gyutaro will be relieved when finals are finally over and he can have a break, but he won't be able to see you in class anymore once they've ended. The only thing keeping him going is the secret glimpses into your private life that he has access to. The cameras.

Of course he never got rid of them, why would he? They've been up all semester and he's gotten away with it. Watching you through the cameras has become the highlight of his day and he doesn't plan to stop anytime soon.

All week he's been studying hard for finals, so much so that he hasn't had the time to watch you lately. Usually, he doesn't care too much about grades but he's slacked off so much this year that he has no choice but to do well on his exams.

So, reluctantly, he's temporarily given up his favorite pastime.

Today has been particularly rough though. Having studied all damn day and night, Gyutaro is in dire need of some stress relief. And of course, the first thing that comes to mind is the cameras.

"I guess I could spare some time," he mumbles to himself as he shoves his books to the side and pulls his laptop onto his desk.

A devilish smirk across his face as he closes out his tabs and opens the live recording application. So excited that his fingers are shaking as he double-clicks the icon.

But what welcomes him isn't the sight of you studying at your desk like he had expected. It's something quite different that makes his stomach turn.

𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒. 𝒞𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝐹𝓇𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒶𝓉 𝟪 𝒫𝑀 𝑜𝓇 𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑒.

"Fuck..." he curses under his breath, his heart beating wildly as he realizes the situation he got himself into.

Of course this happened, he was too careless. He should have known that he couldn't get away with spying on you for so long. But how did you find the cameras? And how did you figure out that he was the one who put them there?

"Goddammit, I'm screwed," he whimpers, eyes watering from a combination of guilt and frustration.

He knows he has no other choice but to confront you on Friday. Getting expelled or worse, possible criminal charges is not something that he is willing to risk.

The anxiety, stress, and guilt weigh down on him all night and he finds himself not able to fall asleep. It gets so bad that he even vomits a few times.

Tomorrow is Friday so he doesn't have to wait long to find out his fate. However, he's not sure if he should be happy to get it over with or dreading the fact that it's so soon. Either way, it will be unavoidable.

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Gyutaro stands in front of your door, palms sweating as the sound of his heart pounds in his ears. Thankfully for him, his sister wasn't home so he just let himself in.

Taking a deep breath, preparing himself mentally, he hesitantly knocks on your bedroom door. It's funny how he suddenly respects your privacy yet he's been violating it for months.

"Come in," you shout from inside, far too casually for the situation. You do know it's him, don't you?

For a moment Gyutaro contemplates turning around and running out of there to avoid the inevitable embarrassment of facing you. The girl he's had a crush on for the past two years who must surely hate his guts by now. He can't live with himself knowing that you must hate him. But a small glimmer of hope and delusion within him causes his body to move on its own and open the door.

Sitting on the edge of your bed with one leg crossed over the other, you look up at him strangely with no trace of anger or hatred.

"You actually came," you say with a soft smile, standing up to face him properly.

His Adam's apple bobs as he gulps audibly, he already feels himself panicking. He knows he's the one in the wrong so he has no one to blame but himself. But seeing you in person, up close in the same room where he had watched you touch yourself numerous times, he feels overcome by emotion. All he wants is your forgiveness, and he becomes helpless before you.

You watch as this once intimidating man crumbles. The expression on his face reeks of guilt and remorse, "I-I'm so sorry Y/N..." he rasps, voice sounding more hoarse than usual. "I fucked up so bad... I kn-know there ain't nothin' I can say to fix it... but I just don't want you to hate me," he croaks, "please..."

The display can only be described as pathetic, and to say you're shocked by his actions would be an understatement. Gyutaro has always been the type of guy to do what he wants without much regard for others, especially when it came to their opinions. And to be completely honest, you half expected him to walk in here and give you a half-assed apology. But seeing him turn soft like this lights a fire within you.

Without a word, you step closer to him and begin unbuttoning your top — revealing lacy black lingerie underneath.

Gyutaro's eyes widen and he shakes his head as if trying to wake up from a dream. When that doesn't work, he squeezes his eyes shut and then opens them again to ensure he sees what he thinks he's seeing. Could this possibly be real life?

By now you've finished fully unbuttoning your top, revealing your breasts to his gaze. This is the first time he hasn't seen them through a computer screen.

"What... what're you doing?" He gasps, the sight quite literally taking his breath away.

"I'm not mad at you if that was what you were thinking," you whisper seductively, looking up at him through your lashes.

Face completely red, he struggles to keep eye contact with you as his gaze keeps drifting down towards your chest.

"B-but... why?" He pants.

"Because," you press your body against him, pushing him against the door, "maybe it turned me on." Moving your hand down his body until you reach the bulge straining the front of his jeans. Gyutaro gasps, his cock twitching in response to your touch.

He's far too flustered to speak so you continue, "At first I was mad, but then I thought about everything you must have watched me do without my knowledge. And everything you must have done too," you lean closer, softly kissing his neck, "You jerk off to me, don't you?"

Gyutaro hesitantly nods, so flustered by your bold actions that he can barely manage to speak, "A-All the time..."

Pleased by his answer, you smirk in satisfaction — slowly undoing his pants and pulling out his cock, "How naughty of you. I wonder why you'd do such a thing," you playfully tease him as you begin stroking his length.

He moans softly and bites his lip, the feeling of your warm, soft hands wrapped around him makes him feel like he's in heaven. "I a-always liked you," he pants, "Ngh- I love watching you undress... ah, a-and when you touch yourself," he admits shamefully.

"Would you like to do it yourself?"

"Wh-what...?"

You giggle and slip his phone out of his pocket, walking over to your desk as you continue, "Would you like to touch me? Don't be silly, I know you want to."

Panting heavily, Gyutaro follows you like a lost puppy. Sickeningly addicted to your affection. "I would... please."

He impatiently watches as you open his phone camera and set it up on your desk, pointing directly to your bed and hitting the record button.

"There we go, so you'll have something special to watch later," you giggle to yourself then turn around to face him again.

Gyutaro stands tall before you, looming above you and looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. This intimidating man seemingly helpless to you. His aching cock a clear indicator as it stands tall, leaking clear sticky liquid as it begs for your attention. He thinks this surely must be the hardest he's ever been in his entire life because only a few seconds without your touch has caused him physical pain.

Poor thing, you kind of feel bad for him honestly. It's obvious just how much he wants this, wants you. It'd be cruel to make him wait any longer so you push him onto your bed and hastily slip out of your pants and fully remove your top. He follows suit and removes the rest of his clothing. The shame and embarrassment of his unusual body suddenly washed away by lust.

Left in nothing but your lingerie, you climb on top of Gyutaro to sit on his lap. This is everything he's dreamed about, and you're offering it to him on a silver platter. And he can't help but take what he wants.

He forcefully grabs your hips and pulls you closer, eagerly crashing his lips against yours in the process. Your lips are pillowy soft against his and taste faintly like your fruit-flavored lip balm. The taste of your lips alone threatens to make him spill between your thighs.

Your entire body heats up as you feel him slide his tongue past your lips. Obviously kissing you blindly with no experience, but you don't care. The passion behind his actions is enough to make your slick soak through your lace panties.

Gyutaro's hands move down to your butt, gripping you tightly and pushing you down against his throbbing member. He can't help but buck his hips up into your heat, seeking the warmth and wetness between your legs.

"Please, Y/N," he pants as he breaks away from the kiss, "I want you so bad... I-I've wanted you for so long."

You whimper as he breaks the kiss, "Then you can have me..."

Positioning him at your entrance, you move your panties to the side and lower down onto him. Sliding his thick cock into your tight hole, an exasperated moan leaves his lips.

Squeezing your eyes tightly, you whimper as you try to adjust to his size. The pleasure quickly overcoming him, he claws red marks into your skin as he tries to stop himself from fucking you silly like he does to his fleshlight.

Leaning his head back, he groans, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to steady his breathing and calm down. He's just so damn excited, still unable to believe that this moment is actually real.

Once you feel more accustomed to his large size you begin slowly bouncing on top of him, leaning forward and placing your hands on his shoulders for support.

With each movement of your hips, his moans intensify and it's obvious how hard he's trying not to completely fall apart right now. He always imagined how pretty you'd look beneath him, but honestly the view of having you on top of him is better than anything he's ever imagined. Your gorgeous face contorting as you use his body to pleasure yourself, not so differently from how he watched you for his own pleasure. Your angelic breasts bouncing with each movement of your hips. And not to mention the view he gets when he looks down at where you two are connected — your perfect pussy taking his cock over and over again, your shared liquids sticking to your thighs and his scrawny hips.

"F-feels so good," he gasps between moans, "So tight, so warm..." This is infinitely better than his fleshlight, so much so that he doesn't think he'll ever be able to go back. Now that he's had a taste of you he's going to be craving this pussy for eternity.

"Ah, you like it?" you moan, "Could've had it sooner if you told me how much you liked me, you pervert."

You can feel his cock twitch inside of you as you call him a pervert. he bites his lip and whimpers, "I-I'm sorry..."

"Such a creep, Gyu," you lean forward, pressing your body against his and picking up the pace, "Hiding cameras in my room so you can watch me while you jerk off. Such a bad boy~" You smirk, narrowing your eyes at him, enjoying how flustered he becomes as you call him out. It's obvious that he enjoys it by the way his blush deepens and he throbs inside of you, so ready and eager to fill you up.

"I'll m-make it up to you," he groans, tightening his grasp on your hips and thrusting up into you fervently — shoving his cock as deep inside of you as humanly possible, "gonna make you cum."

His phone gets the perfect view of him plunging into you, the wet slapping of skin and your combined moans captured perfectly on audio.

"Fuck, Gyutaro," you hold onto him tightly as he fucks you senseless, ramming into that sensitive spot deep within you, the spot that you could never properly reach with your fingers.

And that all too familiar tightness forms in your stomach, your walls begin to clench around him, and tears spill from your eyes. "G-Gyutaro! I'm-I'm-!!" You gasp and howl at the top of your lungs, trying to speak but your orgasm cuts you off halfway through your sentence. Hitting you harder than it ever has before, your entire body is left shaking as your slick pools in the dips of his hips. Gummy walls spasming around him, begging him to spill inside of you.

He tries his best to control himself but at this point, it's beyond his control and your pussy milks him before he can do anything about it. And he's left spilling inside of you. Feeling each spurt of his hot seed splashing against your cervix, it only intensifies the tremors of your orgasm. Gyutaro's chest heaves and he quite literally wails as he fills you up, holding your hips down so tightly that surely you'll wake up with hand-shaped bruises in the morning.

Post-orgasmic bliss washes over the two of you simultaneously, rendering you unresponsive for a few minutes as you lay your head on his chest. Even the feeling of his semen seeping out of you, rolling down your thighs, and pooling on the bed sheets isn't enough to snap you out of it.

Gyutaro holds you close to him, panting as his sweat sticks his unruly hair to his forehead. But he doesn't care about the disheveled mess he's become; on cloud nine because he got to cum inside of his crush. Adrenaline still coursing through him, keeping him still erect inside of you.

After a few minutes, you open your eyes and begin to lazily trace your fingers along the edge of the birthmark on his bicep. "You'll send me that video, won't you?" You whisper.

"Y-yeah," he sighs in content, "sure thing." He gently slides out of you and moves you to the side, laying you down on the bed. You watch as he gets up to retrieve his phone. He stops the recording and immediately sends it over to you.

"Come here," you pat the spot beside you, "let's make another one from a different angle."

[yazminbraginski]

This request can go on the back burner, but an idea struck me with the force of a ton of bricks when I say your post about incel Gyutaro.

What about a little story where Gyutaro is trying to join a fraternity, to impress girls, and it's hazing time~ They make the pledges strip down to their boxers and wear blindfolds. The frat guys got a bunch of pretty girls together to write on their bodies with washable markers. Compliments or insults. The one with the most compliments from different girls joins tonight, and the one with the least has to walk home in his underwear. The others just get their clothes back and can stay at the party.

Reader is heartbroken by the amount of insults on Gyutaro's body with no compliments. So she puts on red lipstick and kisses all of his birthmarks! And writes in the lipstick. He's still losing, but he definitely won't mind as much anymore. Also, I feel like this is a mouthful if you don't wanna post my ask, itself, that's fine.

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Gyutaro thinks joining a fraternity will help him impress girls, but it results in him getting hazed and utterly humiliated. Though you end up making it all worth it. Maybe it did help him impress girls after all. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, smut, MDNI, incel Gyutaro, college au, angst, humiliation, hazing, vaginal sex, creampie, premature ejaculation ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.6k words. THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST ASK I'VE SEEN ALL YEAR. I KID YOU NOT - AS SOON AS I SAW THIS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT EVERY MOMENT SINCE. This ended up being some of my best writing, thank you so much for this request ♡

You've seen some crazy shit since you've joined a sorority but nothing quite like this. It's nothing new that the fraternity guys on Greek row like holding strange events and wild parties. But you never thought they'd invite you and some of your fellow sorority members over to haze some rookies.

A line of almost naked men stand before you, blindfolded and in nothing but their boxers. You and the other girls are tasked with writing comments about their appearance on their bodies with a marker. Compliments or insults, both are encouraged.

Most of them just look like your everyday frat boy, with lots of them having abs and large muscles. The only one that stands out is the guy at the end. You can already tell he doesn't belong in this crowd by how pale he is. Not spending the summer drinking beers at the lake and getting a nice tan? Who the hell is this guy? He looks like the type that stays inside all day playing video games and watching hentai.

And that's not all - his body stands out in many other ways as well. He's really skinny and his hip bones protrude in an unnatural way. Not to mention the large ink-like birthmarks that are scattered across his body.

However, even though he looks different, you don't have a negative impression of him. All you thought when you first saw him was, "Huh, that guy doesn't look like the kind of guy to join a frat."

As you go down the line you write nice comments on each man's body, not having the heart to write anything negative and possibly hurt someone's feelings. You always felt bad for the guys that get hazed so you could never bring yourself to make it worse for them. However, when you get to the skinny guy, you are utterly shocked by what you see.

Littered all over his body are mean and cruel insults. You felt sick to your stomach as you read them.

"Disgusting"

"Freak"

"Incel"

"Virgin"

One girl even wrote, "Ew, why are you even here?" while another wrote, "I rather die than sleep with you lol."

You understand that he has an unconventional appearance but it certainly does not warrant all of these hateful comments. It breaks your heart to see that not even a single girl has said something nice about him.

You can't even imagine the amount of courage it must have taken him to stand up here like this. Only to get shot down and made fun of? You won't stand for it.

He flinches as he feels your delicate, manicured hands touch his chest. Then he feels something creamy and soft glide along his body, it feels different from the markers he's felt so far.

You decide to write some nice comments in your favorite red lipstick.

"So hot!"

"Cutie ;)"

But you feel like it isn't enough so you put a layer of the vibrant shade on your lips, then begin to kiss the birthmarks on his body.

His breath hitches and his face turns red when he feels you kiss him. Starting with his cheek and going all the way down to the mark on his hip. Everyone stares at you with confused faces as they watch you adore the "ugliest" guy in the lineup. But honestly, you don't care, you think he's hot as hell.

However, you feel like it's not enough so you write, "CALL ME!" in large letters on his chest followed by your phone number.

As all of the girls finish up leaving their comments for the guys, they are finally allowed to take off their blindfolds and read the messages on their bodies.

When he removes his blindfold you can't help but smile seeing how cute he is, and not to mention those beautiful blue eyes.

The self-proclaimed leader of the hazing committee, Tengen Uzui, reads the comments out loud.

Of course, the insults on Gyutaro's body sting. Especially since they are so harsh and he received a lot more than everyone else. But the bright red compliments are what's keeping him afloat. Almost making him not give a fuck about what any of the other girls had to say. Of course, there is a part of him that thinks this could be a cruel trick to get his hopes up. But honestly, after going so many years without a girl even looking in his direction, he can't help but get excited. After all, this is the first time he's ever gotten a girl's phone number.

He looks around the room, trying to see who the culprit could be. There are a few girls wearing red lipstick so he's not entirely sure who it could be.

"Looks like you'll be walking home, Gyutaro!" Tengen announced loudly, "And I'll be keeping these!" He laughs as he snatches Gyutaro's clothes - forcing him to walk home shamefully in nothing but his boxers.

He feels a wave of embarrassment wash over him as everyone stares and laughs. Just wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, he nods and walks towards the door.

"Wait!" You shout as you run towards him, taking off your shirt and jeans. Once you're down to your bra and panties you say, "Let's go together."

His eyes widen as he looks you up and down, his face as red as a tomato. The party goes completely silent, the girls stare at you with confusion and a hint of disgust. While the guys stare at Gyutaro with envy, wishing that they were in his place.

"Well, come on," you say, breaking the silence.

Gyutaro gives you a shaky nod and opens the door for you, following you out.

Once outside the frat house, he really doesn't know what to say, at a complete loss for words. A half-naked girl is walking home with him right now, and not just any girl, you're a solid ten.

His perverted self may be too focused on your appearance right now, but a part of him does recognize how nice it was of you to do that for him so he didn't feel so embarrassed. You literally took off your clothes so you could endure his hazing punishment with him. No one's ever been so kind to him before - especially not a woman.

He keeps looking at your tits, trying not to be obvious about it but he can't help himself. He loves boobs!! He always has and he's never been so close to them before. Honestly, it's a miracle he isn't sporting a massive hard-on right now. The cold breeze hitting his exposed skin is the only thing keeping it at bay.

"Um... thanks," he rasps quietly, barely mustering the courage to speak to you at all, "What's your name?"

"Oh, my name's Y/N. And don't mention it," you smile, "No one deserves to be treated that way."

"... so you did it out of pity?" he frowns.

"Not at all! I-I didn't mean it like that!"

"Then what did you mean?"

"Well... I think you're really cute. Nerdy shy guys like you have always been my type," you express your feelings with a hint of embarrassment, "And just because you don't look like the other guys doesn't mean that warrants bullying."

Gyutaro blushes deeply, too shy and flattered to respond. So you continue.

"Don't join the frat, Gyutaro. You won't be happy there, they'll just make you an outcast because you're different. I really hope you change your mind about it." You hope your words won't offend him, but it's the honest truth. A guy like him doesn't belong in a frat and deep down he knows that.

Gyutaro hates everyone in that frat, he finds them annoying and idiotic. He only wanted to join in the first place because he's so desperate to get laid and he knows those types of guys pull chicks left and right.

"Alright, I won't join. But only if you have sex with me," he states with a confidence he hasn't had all night.

"Wh-what?!" You gasp, almost certain you must not have heard him correctly.

"I only wanted to join that stupid fraternity to get laid. You're the first girl that's ever been interested in me. So if you sleep with me then I'll know I can get laid without needing the frat."

At a loss for words, you stare at him with wide eyes as the two of you stand outside of his dorm building.

You're no saint, so sex isn't something you aren't used to. But you also wouldn't consider yourself the type to sleep with a guy you barely know either. This is still weird for you. But is it too weird for you?

Obviously not because you feel butterflies form in your stomach and a moistness develop in your panties as you think about it. He is really cute, and he does have a point. If you sleep with him maybe it will boost his confidence. And who knows, maybe after tonight you could get closer to him. Being a virgin and all, he doesn't seem like the type to just dip and skip.

"Ok, you have a deal," you smile shyly and take his hand, "This is your dorm building right?"

His jaw drops, not expecting you to have agreed. "Y-Yeah," he stutters.

"Let's hurry before anyone catches us!" Dragging him inside, the two of you sneak up to his room without being noticed.

Once inside you get clear confirmation that Gyutaro is the exact kind of guy you thought he was. Clothes and empty energy drink cans were strewn about his room. The air smells like a mix of body odor and G Fuel. On his desk is a nice looking PC gaming setup. Equip with neon lights and an RTX 3090. And you aren't surprised to see a bottle of lotion on his desk. And beside it is an nsfw figurine of some anime character that looks vaguely similar to you. Maybe you are his type after all.

Gyutaro doesn't bother cleaning up or even apologizing for the mess, it's like he doesn't even care. He just turns on some colored lights and sits on the bed. Now that he's out of the cold and inside the comfort of his own dorm, you can see his erection quickly growing under his boxers.

"Well? Don't tell me you're gonna chicken out now," he scowls.

"No! I'm not chickening out! I'm actually really excited..." you sit beside him and caress his thigh.

Immediately you can see his member twitch beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. He had this nonchalant act going on, but now it's crumbling down and he's a complete mess.

"C-Can I touch them?" he mutters as he stares down at your chest.

"Sure, let me help you," you say as you unhook your bra and throw it to the side. His eyes widen and he has to stop himself from drooling.

Like instinct, his hands go to your breasts and he starts feeling and playing with them. It's obvious he's never done this before because his hands are shaky and he's handling them roughly. But he's just so excited!

"Woah," he says in awe, "These are awesome..."

Even though he's a bit rough and inexperienced, it still feels good. The way his bony fingers squeeze and prod, along with how he runs his fingers over your nipples with curiosity.

"Gyutaro..." you whisper as you caress his cheek and pull him closer, "Come here." Pulling him into a heated kiss, it's obvious he doesn't know what to do. But you try your best to guide him.

He whimpers into the kiss as you slide your tongue into his mouth. He tries to reciprocate but he's quite sloppy.

Despite that, it still sends him to cloud nine. Not only is this his first kiss but he also gets to touch tits at the same time. It's so overwhelming for him that he feels like he's already going to cum.

Hastily shoving his hand down his boxers, he grabs the base of his cock and squeezes tightly - desperately trying to stop himself from cumming. He pulls away from the kiss and says, "T-Take off your panties, I-I wanna fuck you already."

With a devious smirk, you spread your legs as you remove your panties, showing him how wet you are. Gyutaro gulps, staring at you like a starving animal.

"I'm ready for you, Gyu," you coo as you lay on your back, completely submitting to him.

"Wait um... can we try doggy style?"

You're kind of surprised by his request but you don't mind so you flip over and get on your hands and knees.

Gyutaro would actually love to watch your face contort as he fucks you, but he chose doggy style because he doesn't want you to see him while he does it. Even after everything you've said to him his insecurities are still there. And a part of him fears that if you see his dick then you'll change your mind about this. He's not the biggest, but he definitely isn't small either. The size is actually really nice, but he's so insecure that he can't see that. But the worst part is the birthmarks, he feels like his dick looks like he has some type of venereal disease even though he doesn't. So he figures it'd be best if you just didn't see it at all.

Once you're in the doggy position he feels comfortable enough to pull down his boxers. You feel the sticky, leaking tip nudge against you as he positions himself.

His brows furrow in frustration as he tries to find the right spot, his inexperience showing.

"Here, let me help you," you say in a sweet tone as to not upset him or sound judgmental. Though he's still a bit embarrassed anyway.

Reaching between your legs, you grasp his shaft and gently guide him inside of you. Once he's an inch or two inside, he gets too excited and fully thrusts forward. Jolting his needy cock into your gummy walls. You yelp in response while Gyutaro moans loudly.

"F-Fuck... ngh Y/N, you feel so goddamn good," he groans in pleasure as he tightens his grasp on your hips.

After a moment of stillness, he starts thrusting when he feels like he won't cum immediately. But it's not long before that sensation comes back.

Only after a few thrusts, do you feel a warmth spread inside of you as you feel Gyutaro's thighs begin to shake.

"Did you- did you cum?" Surprised, you look back at him to see the blissful expression on his face.

But your words quickly snap him out of it, "Shit... m'sorry," he pants, obviously feeling ashamed and embarrassed, "I-I didn't mean to cum so fast."

He quickly shoves his dick back in his boxers, trying to hide his shame as he hangs his head and refuses to look you in the eye. The only chance he got to have sex, he ruined it by cumming too fast like the incel that everyone says he is. He looks down at the writing on his body, starting to feel like all of those insults from earlier are justified.

Seeing the shift in his mood, you quickly put your panties back on and hug him. "Hey it's ok, it was your first time. That just means we'll have to do it more so you can get used to it."

"R-Really? You don't think I'm pathetic...?" he whimpers in disbelief.

"Of course not, I still had a lot of fun," you smile and kiss his cheek, "Maybe I can stay the night and we can try again in the morning."

"I'd fucking love that."

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MR!Mychael： Is that so? You know… Lying to me is useless human－

I tried some features and attempted to make MR!Mychael look even more eerie and elusive😈😈

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Premature Ejaculation with your Favs!

Summary: You pity your incel classmate and pay his dorm a visit. Little do you know is all it takes is few French kisses to finish him off.

Warnings: college!au, modern!au, incel!character, virgin!character, misogyny, premature ejaculation, degredation, dom!reader, fem dom, sub!character, male sub

"O-Oh, fuck, please no, fuck-!" He hisses, shifting away from you, stiff as a board. "Oh my fucking god, shit, I'm so fucking sorry!"

All you can do is giggle at the wet spot on the front of his sweats and the humiliated crack in his voice. "Did you seriously jizz your pants?" You snort cruelly. "We were barely even making out!"

"D-Don't laugh! Fuck!" He scolds, covering himself as he awkwardly maneuvers off the bed. "Fuck's sake, cut me some slack, I've never done this before!"

"Awe, don't get all pissy!" You snicker, watching him waddle to the bathroom. "It's fine that you're a no pump chump, really! It's cute, actually!"

"I'm so glad you find this amusing," He grumbles, cleaning himself and dropping his sweats, walking out in just boxers and an old t-shirt. "'Cause I sure as hell don't." He ranted while tossing through a hamper to find a clean-ish pair of pants, having to do the sniff test on nearly everything.

"You really should clean your room, ya know? Maybe you'd actually get girls that way." You joke, lounging on his bed. "Girls don't like nasty rooms, dude."

He rolled his eyes, cheeks still pink. "Are you saying I don't get bitches?" He asked, stepping into a pair of pajama pants.

"More or less," You smirk at the irritated scowl he presented. "Also, don't call women bitches if you ever plan on changing that."

"All women are bitches," He says, turning back to you with a cocky grin. "And if I don't get any, why are you in my bed?"

"I felt bad for you, you're like a wet cat." You deadpan, hiding the fact that his last words dripped with more sex appeal than even he intended. "And I like messing with virgins."

"Shut up," He grumbled, the wind taken from his sails. "I don't need your pity, I could pull if I wanted to. Just got better shit to do."

"You mean like edging to hentai while all your friends go out to party?" You sneer, eyes flickering to his computer, pump bottle of lotion sitting beside the monitor so obviously.

"Oh my god, I hate you, is there a point to all this torment?" He finally asks, pacing the room, ready to throw you out.

You smile sweetly, catching his eye. You look so inviting as you lean back in his bed on your palms. "Hey, creep?" You coo and he gulps. He used to hate when you called him that, but now it melts him. He's already crawling over you nervously, shaking like a leaf.

"Y-Yeah?" He asks through quivering lips, hard on painfully obvious. You smirk at his short refractory period.

"Let's try again, yeah? I won't tell anyone you're a minute man if you try and hold out as long as you for me can this time m'kay?"

"O-Okay!"

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melt - vampire!uzui tengen x afab!reader

note - mdni

cw - fingering, biting, blood, squirting

banner - jackal and lemon sour

word count - 590+

“aw, baby, you’re so easy for me,” he fake-gasps, then his lips curl into a grin.

your hips buck forward on their own. tengen sits on his heels between your legs, working his fingers at a cruelly slow pace, pushing them from tip to knuckle, then scissoring you wide open. the sloppy sound of your wet cunt echos through the room and your face flushes with heat, though you can’t stop the litany of moans that escapes you. 

tengen’s memorised your pussy with his mouth, fingers, and cock. he knows all the right angles to make you fall apart piece by piece, and of course he uses that to his advantage. why wouldn’t he?

you gasp and squirm on the silk sheets, fingers curling around his wrist as you try to urge him deeper. tengen lets you. your breath leaves you when your clit bumps into the base of his hand, and your cunt tightens around his fingers. 

“needy, aren’t we?”

tengen leans forward, caging your body with his. his lips meet yours as he crooks his finger right into your g-spot. your womb drops and you think you see stars for a moment, mewling so pathetically into tengen’s mouth that he chuckles against your lips. 

“you’re so cute for me,” he murmurs, lips leaving fleeting kisses against your jaw and neck till he feels your pulse. 

tengen’s fingers pick up their pace. your cunt clings to him as he thrusts in and out, your back arching your chest into his. all you can do is pant and babble incoherently.

“more, please, tengen. fu- i’m so close, please, mmph! please don’t stop!”

tengen swears. he loves it when you get reduced to a horny, melting mess, knowing that your pleasure depends on him to give it to you. so you beg and so you receive, in the form of his fingers digging into that one spongy spot over and over again. your hips push against him and your toes curl, a thin line of drool running down your mouth. 

“that’s it, baby. gonna cum?” tengen whispers against your neck

your brain buzzes full of static and pleasure. you nod, head turnt to the side as you feel yourself edging closer and closer to the finish line. every nerve on your body is on fire as you chase that high, sweat slipping down your temple when you finally cum. 

tengen bites into your neck when you let out a strangled moan. your pussy butterflies around his fingers as you drench his forearm in your squirt, body trembling against his own. your sweet blood rolls across the plane of his tongue and he drinks, sucking hard enough for you to know that it’ll bruise later on. 

you rut into his hand as you come down from your orgasm. one hand comes up to thread your fingers through tengen’s hair, letting him drink from you as much as he needs to. you stay like that for a while: you trying to catch your breath, him lapping up your blood till nothing is wasted. 

tengen presses a kiss against the bite mark when he’s done. you wince, letting him sit back up on his knees and pull his fingers out of you, your cum sticking to his fingers. you close your legs. tengen pries them apart just as quickly, his free hand digging into the meat of your thigh. 

“did you think we were done?” he asks, smacking your drooling pussy.

you yelp. your eyes make out a strained tent in his boxers and tengen grins when your eyes widen. 

“oh.”

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DS Stalker!Gyutaro Shabana x Courtesan!Reader 🍋 - Bloodlust

Summary: Gyutaro has stalked you for months. He was so captivated by your ethereal beauty he couldn't keep away. Though he never expected to discover how ruthless and blood thirsty you could be.

Warnings: NSFW, knife play, bloodplay, brief mention of assault by a third party, violence inflicted onto a third party, sado-masochism, fluffy ending, forbidden love, yandere x yandere

Word Count: 3.7K

Gytaro who was a bit shy at first, always lurking out your window, watching you change and work. He was just keeping an eye on your clients, at least that's what he told himself. He knew from protecting Daki how some men could be once they indulged in the drink, he was just looking out for you! You'd never even know he was there, or at least, that's how he intended it, but when he witnessed a customer become a bit too rough with you for his comfort, his body reacted before his brain did.

The gentleman had paid for a dance, the cheapest service you offered, but soon his hands were on your hips, traveling up your ribs. "That'll cost you extra, darling..." You gently reminded the man, guiding his hands off you with a light touch. But he persisted and after a second warning, you stepped away. "I'd love to indulge you but-" Before you could even request additional payment, you were thrown to the floor, pinned against the decorative rug, caged in the man's drunken form. You let out a terrified yelp, knowing all too well what would come next. "P-Please sir, you can have what you want, I beg of you," You pled with glossy, constricted pupils. "Y-You don't have to take me by force!"

Gyutaro's body, upon hearing a cry for help, moved on instinct as he crashed through the door to your balcony. In moments he'd crossed the room, hovering over you with a heinous stare that seemed to bore right through you. Slapping a heavy, grey palm onto the client's head, the intruder sunk his fingers into his hair before lifting him off the floor by it. "I believe the lady warned you to step back. Hasn't your mother ever told you not to put your filthy paws on things that don't belong to you?" His voice was hoarse and venomous, filled with an air of contempt that rattled your bones.

You scrambled back as soon as you saw the chance to, clearing the room until your back hit the opposite wall. While the client was obviously stunned, you could immediately recognize the much greater danger you now faced. Being a courtesan was hard, always being at the mercy of harsh men, but you knew that there were much more terrifying monsters just outside the house walls. And this stranger, your savior, was one such devil. You instantly recognized the demonic features he possessed that your gentleman caller missed through his inebriated haze. "I paid for the whore, I'm entitled to use her how I please!" The drunkard argued, wincing at the scalping grip on his hair.

Gyutaro's fist twisted at the word 'whore', his snarl even more apparent. He never did care for such language, given how many times he had to hear it hurled at his sister. "Care to change your wording, friend?" He asked, venom dripping from his voice as he raised a sickle to his throat. When the man doubled down, his glare hardened in disdain. He could smell the alcohol on the man's breath, which disgusted him further. "What a pathetic waste of flesh. Alcohol taints everything it touches."

The smallest whimper from you reminded the demon why he'd acted in the first place. His head instantly snapped backward over his shoulder and the fear in your eyes had him dropping his prey. He immediately darted over and crouched at your side, looking you over. He checked your skin for bruising or scratches with the confidence of a medical professional. It was almost as if he were experienced in caring for vulnerable young women, especially ones in distress. "Are you alright?" His cracked voice asks, so much softer now. You nod shakily, studying his face and body with wide eyes.

"W-Who are you...?" You asked breathlessly, despite already knowing to some extent.

"I'm not gonna hurt you..." He answered oddly, backing away a bit before standing and offering you a corpse pale hand. You took it delicately, letting him pull you up. "P-Please don't be afraid." Even though his sudden entrance, appearance, and proclivity for violence had petrified you moments ago, the timidness that shrouded him brought you comfort and wore down your guard.

"I'm not afraid of you," You gave him a sweet smile that made him queasy. He eyed you cautiously as you stepped over to the man crumpled on the floor. " Now then," Gyutaro's eyes widened, and his jaw fell slack when you spoke to the client.

"I believe you owe me more money." He watched your hands roam the client's unconscious body, seemingly searching for something. He could tell when you found it by how your eyes caught the lantern light, sparkling with the wonder of a child who has just received their first spending coin. You snatched the sachel of coins from the man's sleeve, tucking it into yours. "Considering you only paid for a dance but still tried to force your miserable needle prick onto me anyway." Your tone was saccharine, but your words were deadly. They sent a shiver down the demon's spine as he watched your leg rear back and slam between the client's legs.

He didn't stop you from giving the man a few more sharp kicks before smiling at him over your shoulder. "Gyutaro, my dear?" He stiffened at the sweet allure of your affection, nodding as a sign that he was listening. "Would you please dispose of this thing for me?" A wicked grin cracked across his face at your request. You both passed each other as he approached the client and you made your way to a cabinet to store your 'earnings'. He did as you asked, ecstatic to realize how cruel you could be while he did, slaying the man where he lay.

"I'm sorry for the mess, I'll take care of it." He said sheepishly, crouched over the body, his hands spattered with red.

"You are good at cleaning messes, aren't you?" You suddenly ask, lounging on the bed, watching him work. "You strike me as the kind of man who lives off dirty work."

"T-That's not far from the truth." He admitted, pausing at your assumption. It unnerved him deeply how well you seemed to guess aspects of him when he hadn't even introduced himself.

"I never caught your name..." You mused, admiring how his skin stained with blood, carelessly smeared across his gaunt form.

"Gyutaro..." He answered nervously, still facing away, head dipped low as he quietly devoured his victim. He worried that he might scare you again if he ate too loudly, but something in the back of his mind reassured him otherwise.

"Well, Gyutaro..." You cooed, your voice oh so inviting. "Tonight is your lucky night. A generous donor has paid in advance for my services, all for you, anything your wicked little heart could desire." You were vile, letting out a deceptively sweet snicker as your new 'client' licked the blood of the 'generous donor' off his fingertips.

His golden eyes snapped wide, still facing away as he slowly turned back to look at you. "W-Whatever my heart desires...?" He repeated in disbelief, carnivorous teeth red and glistening. "Y-You'd lay with someone as repulsive as me?"

"Repulsive? Who told you that?" You ask softly, eyes never hinting betrayal from that he could see. "The only repulsive thing here is half eaten by now. The way I see it, you're quite the opposite." You began to pick apart his appearance, finding something good to say about his every aspect. "You know, a lot of courtesans paint their face white to look this pale, you should be proud. And this hair, such a lovely shade of green. I bet it's so pretty when it's all combed out."

Try as he might to resist you, when you beckoned him forth, he found himself drawling closer as if he had no mind of his own. You had to be a fellow demon with some sort of brainwashing blood art, he dedicated. But that wasn't true at all. You were just a human with demonic tastes. Finally, when he sat between your knees, you cradled his head in your hands, staring down lovingly. You wetted the pad of your thumb against your tongue before running it over the large, oddly shaped birthmark that splinted his face. Your eyes softened when your thumb came back clean. "Just as I thought..." You mused so sweetly.

"W-What is it?" He asked, terrified you might finally decide to reject him. He melted into your lap at your answer, obviously starving for praise and feminine attention.

"These marks don't come off, do they?" He shook his head shamefully, but you reassured him before he could self-deprecate. "They're so lovely, they look like dark clouds. I'd die for an obi with that pattern." That comment tore him, his fate was sealed.

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"A-Ahh, fuck-" You whimpered, muffled by the wad of silk bedsheet in your jaw. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you screamed with delight, laying on your tummy as he took you from behind, so generously doing all the heavy lifting. "G-Gyutaro!"

"Louder," He demanded, breath ragged as can be, gaunt hips bullying you into submission- not like he needed to, not with how you'd thrown yourself at him."Tell me how much you want it, how bad it hurts."

"H-Hurts so bad, my love!" You gasped, cock drunk and addicted to the terrible bruising on your cervix. "P-Please don't ever stop!"

"Nothing could drag me away," He rasped, nails digging into your doughy hips, admiring the way the warm blood on his hands painted your skin so beautifully. You'd begged him not to wipe his hands after he was done with the client, and he was so glad he obeyed, intoxicated by the visage of bloody handprints all over your back and ass. It was so warm it made you ache, shuddering as he drew a crimson line down your oh so sensitive spine. "Wanna spend eternity like this."

You gasped at the sudden change in sensation, feeling what resembled cold steel press into your nape. "Stay forever," you begged, leading into the touch of the foreign object. "Never leave me, Gyutaro."

"Wish I could," He hissed, dragging his shaft out of your already sore core, only to rut back into it painfully slowly. "More than anything, I wish I could." One hand held you firmly by the hip, the other gripped the handle of a macabre sickle, made from sinew and flesh, but lacking any softness or warmth of those materials. The blade of it pressed teasingly into the supple back of your neck, slicing a few hairs in half. Ignoring your lusty pleas for his blade, Gyutaro refrained from actually causing you any harm. He'd hate to see such flawless skin permanently tainted.

"P-Please, my love," You implored, ming numb and seeking out nothing but his presence, and the painful pleasure only he could provide. "Stay by my side, keep me safe and I'll keep you happy!" You reasoned, chasing a dangerous high that would remain out of your reach so long as he refused to slice your skin. "I can keep you fed, and you can take me whenever you choose, in whatever way, just say you'll stay with me!"

Gyutaro's nails splintered against the bony snath of the sickle, your desperate words tearing at his sense of reason. He could be nearly content to hide away in your room for the rest of his days, like a monster in the closet, spending all his time eating unruly customers and fucking you to his heart's content but deep down, he knew it was a pipe dream. He could never abandon his sister, she was his whole reason for living, and nobody, not even you, who seemed to hold genuine love and care for him, could ever change that. Even if he decided that was the life he wanted for himself- that leaving Daki wouldn't bother him, he was still physically bound to her as the sixth Upper Moon.

"F-Fuck, I want to, I swear." He breathed through gritted teeth. "N-Nothing would make me happier," As he lamented to you his desires, his hips began to lose pace and rhythm, snapping into yourself erratically and without reason. He was chasing the same rabbit as you, only with the need to inflict pain rather than feel it.

"G-Gyutaro!" You cried, having long since abandoned your attempts to keep quiet, mouth now free of the silk that covered your futon, drool free to spill where it pleased. Your fellow courtesans of the Kyogoku house paid no mind to your sobs, knowing they had seen a rich man enter your room. If anything, they were jealous of the fun you seemed to be having. "Please, please, please..." You chanted dumbly, unable to spit the request off your bitten tongue.

"P-Please what, beauty? Use your words," He grunted, leaning down so close over your blood-stained back that his forehead could almost rest on your shoulder.

"F-Fuck me to death," You wept, tears streaming down your face, finally relieved to feel the blade of his sickle press harder into your throat. The sensation was short-lived, however, as he then drew away entirely.

"Please don't say such things," He pled, wrestling with his own bloodlust. "I-If you don't stop I might-"

"To be slain in the throws of passion by a creature as beautiful as you would be-!" You halted, teetering on the edge of a deadly climax. "Such an honor!" To your surprise and delight, you felt his hand leave your hip, tangling into a fistful of your hair, matting it with blood. His other hand reached your shoulder, pressing the blade of the sickle to your throat. The entire position felt deliciously obscene, even demonic in nature. You felt like a sacrifice and Gyutaro was your merciful god. "A-Ah, thank you!" You gushed as his hips began to move again, bottoming out fully with each thrust.

"I-I warned you, my sweet..." He grumbled, almost sadly. "I-I tried to warn you that I was dangerous but you just," He paused, snapping his emaciated hips against yours, no longer caring for how well you took the blow. "Won't," He paused again, punctuating his words with another harsh roll of the hip. "Fucking," Another one. "Listen..." And another.

You were in trouble now and you knew it, not that you cared. This is what you wanted from the start. This was what you asked for. Now you just had to lie in the bed you'd made, simple as that. "I won't show you any more mercy, it's obvious that you're just trying to make me hurt you. Is that what you want? For me to hurt you?"

You nodded drunkenly, whining in confirmation. "Y-Yes, Gyutaro, please hurt me!"

And then it happened, that sweet sting you'd been so impatiently waiting for. A sting that surely drew the smallest drops of blood across your unmarked throat. The point of the sickle had barely slid across your skin, simply scratching the top layer, but it was enough. You'd spent entirely too long on the edge and this was just the thing to push out off into the abyss.

The prayer you screamed wasn't even intelligible, but Gyutaro understood it perfectly as if it were a secret language that only the two of you knew. He didn't slow as you babbled his name, or what you could attempt of it. His grip on your hair never loosened, and the press of his blade to your lifeline never relented, not until he was satisfied. Even after the climax gave way to overwhelming sensitivity, you never tried to get away from him. You were hellbent on behaving for your favorite 'client'.

"F-Fuck, so good, ahh..." His moans became needier, as he reached the summit, thrusts becoming shallow and breakneck fast, keeping himself buried as deeply in you as possible while still maintaining friction. "Fuck, gonna-!" He warned, both hands releasing their grip as his arms wrapped around your shoulders in a terribly uncomfortable hug. You knew his sickle was out of his reach when it fell beside your hand on the futon with a soft thud. His hips began to falter as he pumped into you, holding you close to his chest, your discomfort in the odd position far from his mind.

You were content with the ache of being stretched backward, knowing he was so close to his end. You reached your hands up, cradling his temples, stroking his hair, and cooing softly to him in broken words. "P-Please, Gyutaro, cum for me," You encouraged, relishing in his sudden need for sweetness. "Please, you deserve it, cum inside, don't waste a single drop. You've earned it, my love."

With a few flexes of your abdominal muscles, you milked him, sending him over the edge almost immediately. "A-Ah, God, fuck!" He whimpered, feeling his seed spill into your warmth as he chanted shallow praises in your ear. "So fuckin' pretty, shit, can't believe you let me cum inside this perfect pussy, oh my God-" You simply fell limp in his arms, exhausted and happy that you were able to provide him any sort of relief from the hard life you were sure he'd had. "Love you, fuck, I love you so much..."

The words caught you off guard, and you wondered if he meant them. It wasn't uncommon for you to hear confessions like this post-orgasm, but none that you'd received ever felt so genuine. You breathed out a weak laugh, shifting in his arms so you both could lay down, you on your tummy again and him ontop of you. Maybe you wanted this one to be real- to mean something. Maybe you felt similarly.

"Will I ever see you again?" You asked, lacing your fingers with his as he threatened to fall asleep on your shoulder.

"Do you...want to?" Gyutaro asked, almost taken aback. "I didn't think you meant all that stuff about me staying..."

"Of course I did, and I still do..." You admitted sleepily, yawning as if to emphisize the point. "Will you?"

The bond that you'd both forged was undeniably strong, but couldn't break the one he shared with Daki. Though it did convince him to divulge more information to you than he probably should have. "I-I can't..."

"Oh," You responded sadly. Disappointment was an understatement. You wanted to feel angry, but you couldn't. Your heart ached for the fact that the one man who had treated you like a human since you began working at the Kyogoku house wasn't even human at all, and even worse, he intended to leave you just like every other man did.

"P-Please hear me out, I beg of you," He stammered, shaking off his drowsiness for the moment. "Promise me you will never speak a word of me or what I'm about to tell you to anyone."

"I promise," You agreed, rolling over as he did the same so that he could look into your eyes, displaying all the conviction he had.

With a deep breath, he explained everything, only leaving out the one man he couldn't name. He was sure that if you were begging him to stay, surely, you could be trusted as a confidant.

"I am not the only demon in this district," He confessed, eyes darting away, as if to avoid potentially seeing your face contort with fear. "M-My sister is also a very powerful one and together, we rank very highly among a sacred group of elite demons known as the Twelve Kizuki." You simply nodded, unable to discern if he was being honest or not. "You are actually very familiar with her, and I'm sorry for that, I'm sure she's been especially unkind to you in the past." You could tell he was stalling revealing the identity of this woman and you laid a reassuring hand on top of his.

"What is her name?" You asked, humoring him and proving that you were listening.

"To me, her name is Ume," He answered almost sadly. "Her current name is Daki, but you know her as Warabihime."

Your content smile immediately dropped and your blood ran cold, recalling all the experiences you'd had with the ruthless woman. "Y-You mean to tell me... your sister is..." You swallowed thickly. "O-Oiran Warabihime?"

Gyutaro nodded hesitantly, understanding your fear. He knew all too well how Daki could be, especially towards other women. "I-I'm sorry, I'll understand if you don't want to see me again. Just please know that I'll ensure she treats you better from now on."

You thought on it for a moment before sighing. More than anything, you wanted to explore the possibility of being with him, no matter the risk. "Does that mean you live in Kyogoku house?" You asked with a brave smile, making his heart skip a bit.

"In a way, yes." He answered with a gulp before continuing. "My entire life is solely dedicated to looking after my sister, to ensure that, I-I... I live inside her." You eyed him cautiously but gave him room to explain. "We share the same rank, body, and bond. Though I'd never leave her for anything, we can't be physically separated for long."

"That is why you cannot stay..." You realized aloud. "I see..."

"Yes," He breathed, relieved that you understood, collecting your hands in his. "Please believe me when I say, my desire to stay with you eternally is only trumped by my oath to protect my sister. If I could possibly have both, I would find a way to in a heartbeat."

You smiled at him, that same overly sweet smile that gave him chills every time you flashed it. "Then we will find a way." You drank in his expression, shocked but so smitten. "I will befriend your sister if it is the last thing I do, I will make myself indispensable to the house. I will ensure that I stay within it's walls if you will do what you can to be with me."

"I-I can try." He accepts, a gentle, never-before-seen smile creeping onto his face. "I-I'll try to convince Daki to favor you above the other girls, and I'll try to visit you as often as I can."

"That, and your love and protection are all I ask for, darling." You cooed, pulling him closer into your chest.

"You have it, beauty," He answered, content in your arms. "I-I do love you, I meant that."

You stiffen for a moment, eyes widen before softening exponentially more. "And I love you."

[yazminbraginski]

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ♡

I decided to take pictures of my collection since so many people asked! This is everything I've collected over the past two years. I'll give links for items that are still easily available. Also, please excuse how terrible these photos look. It took me over 3 hours to get everything out and take these photos, I was pretty tired and I was trying to figure out how to do it. I decided it'd be easiest to separate everything by type. And for some categories, I separate Gyutaro and Daki. The majority of these items are official merchandise, but I will make a note for items that are not official. (∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

These are all of the large figures that I have! There was a new one that was recently released in Japan, and once I get it shipped I'll make a review about it. I got all of these figures from BigBadToyStore. Most of them are still available and a few are even on sale right now. I'd highly recommend their website! Out of all of these figures, I'd have to say the large one in the middle with Gyutaro using his blood demon art is my favorite.

𝐆𝐊 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

These are the garage kit figures that I own! None of these figures are official. The one on the right can be found super cheap on Amazon. I got this one from a good friend of mine. I'd say for how large it is it's definitely worth the price. The two on the left I got myself for my birthday. The one with the lantern even lights up, and it's definitely my favorite. You can still buy these, but only on eBay. The prices skyrocketed after I purchased mine, so I honestly can't recommend anyone buying them. They are just way too expensive now in my opinion. But here are the links anyway if you are still interested. Gyutaro lantern statue & Human Gyutaro and Ume

𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

And here are the rest of the Gyutaro figures! I believe this is all of the ones that are currently released (except for the new one I mentioned earlier). A few of these are also available on BigBadToyStore. The one on the top left is one of my favorite items that I own. I've never seen him sold outside of Japan which sucks because he's absolutely adorable. The top middle one is really cool too because he comes with changeable arms and you can pose him in different ways - this one is also on sale on BigBadToyStore's website.

Here are the Daki/Ume figures! Most of these came in pairs with the Gyutaro figures so that's why I have a lot of these too. Again, most of these can be found on BigBadToyStore's website.

𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬

Gyutaro plushies!! I don't know about you, but I am so obsessed with Gyutaro plushies. They make me so unexplainably happy. To be honest, all of them are my favorite haha. But if I had to choose, I'd say the teddy bear in the back. I also really love the Kitty Gyutaro on the left. The kitty Gyu, and the other Gyu doll on the right are not official. The one on the right was a gift from a close friend, it was custom made on Etsy. The Kitty Gyu was actually available on eBay (they are sold out now, but might restock later). I got mine elsewhere though. The human Gyu plush is also available on BigBadToyStore's website along with the Ume one. The little grabby Gyu's in the front right are some of my favorites too. I'll just clip them onto my laptop while I'm writing or drawing. I bought them from Amiami, they are out of stock now but I have seen them occasionally go on sale again.

And here are the Daki/Ume plushies! I got a few of them from AmiAmi with the Gyu ones, so they might come back up for sale eventually.

𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Sorry for the terrible photo, I tried my best to fit all of these into one picture. I didn't include the demon gathering diorama because that thing is way too big. It's so hard to pick a favorite for these ones. I love the holiday ones and the world tour one the most. Surprisingly these aren't often available outside of Japan. I have seen a few come up on eBay but they are usually overpriced. There are a few ones that I wanted to talk about because they are unique. Like the acrylic stand of the actor who played Gyutaro in the live-action play. I thought it was really cool that they made a stand for that. Also, the one where Gyutaro is seen fighting Tengen, it's hard to see in the photo but it has a lot of components to it that make it look 3D!

𝐊𝐞𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

I love love love the Gytutaro keychains! There's a lot here so I won't ramble too much about them. My favorites are the kitty one on the top row, and the 2nd and 3rd one on the bottom row. Like look how cute he looks on his stomach like that, I swear that's the cutest pose I've seen them make for him. The kitty Gyu keychain was actually the first Gyutaro item I've ever bought! You might be able to find some of these on Mercari or on eBay.

And here are the Daki/Ume ones!

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐬

I used to have an ita bag that I would fill with these pins! But it got really dirty, so if you have any you can recommend let me know 👀 Anyway here are the enamel pins. The only one that is still available is the large FiGPiN one. It's limited edition and they only made 1,000 of them. It was for an event in New York I think? Anyway, here is a link to where you can purchase one on eBay.

And here are the other pins. I don't have as many of these because they stopped fitting in my ita bag, but I'd totally get more if I had a large bag to fit them in.

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

Ok so I had a ton of miscellaneous items, so this will be the biggest section. Some of my favorite items are here like the ring, necklace, and perfume. Apparently, the perfume is illegal to ship outside of Japan because it's flammable so I have no idea how I got it. But I got it as a gift in 2023. The ring is definitely one of my favorite items though, I've had it for a really long time now and I love the pattern on it. It's hard to see in the photo but one ring has a motif matching his spots and the other one matching his ribbons. If you want to see my full post on the ring and perfume I'll link them here. Ring & Perfume.

More miscellaneous items. The only one I'll comment on is that pink little box in the middle. It's a gachapon and it's actually functional too. It's the cutest little thing. I also really like the pens too, the little chibi drawings on the front are adorable.

These are just a bunch of random cloth items I have. My favorites are the Gyutaro tote bag and the Gyutaro underwear. Yes, I said underwear... yes it is official... I'll make a separate post about it another day 😭 On the right is some Tengen toilet paper, no that isn't official. It has a funny story behind it I promise. So one day my little brother asks me, "Which character from Demon Slayer do you want to eat shit?" I said Tengen of course, and months later he gave me this for my birthday. I freaking love my brother 😭

I had to make a separate photo for this one since it was so big. This is a towel with all of the upper moons on it. I really love the art for this and I think it's just so beautiful.

Shikishi boards! I love collecting these because they have official art of Gyutaro that we don't get to see anywhere else!

More shikishi boards! He looks so handsome, right? 🤭

Just some photos (idk why they sell these) and coasters from the Ufotable Cafe in Japan.

More miscellaneous stuff. The graded card in the middle was also a birthday present from my brother. 💚

A folder and some stickers!

Finally, these are the last things. These are large items so instead of taking photos of them I just made a collage. They are luncheon mats and mat cases from the Ufotable Cafe. There is also a double-sided pillow, I use this every day in my gaming chair to support my back!

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!

This is my entire collection! I may have forgot about one or two items but this is the majority of it. I also have shirts but maybe I will show those another day. (Maybe in a face reveal?) I hope you enjoyed seeing how my adhd brain hoards everything with Gyutaro on it.

I'm sorry I wasn't able to provide more links for these items as most of them sold out long ago. They are focusing on making merch for the Hantengu clones now, so Gyutaro item releases have slowed down a lot.

But if/when any new items come out I will be sure to share them! If you made it all the way through my collection, you're awesome! And I'd love to hear which thing was your favorite 💚 ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

[yazminbraginski]

Hashira Training: Wifely Duties

Synopsis: Your husband is working hard to train the members of the Demon Slayer corps in preparation for the upcoming battle with Muzan. However, they seem a bit stressed. You decide to help in other ways, like a good wife. Pairings: [SEPARATE] Uzui x Reader, Giyu x Reader, Obanai x Reader, Sanemi x Reader, Rengoku x Reader, Gyomei x Reader

Content: MDNI, fem! reader, oral male & female receiving, dacryphilia (Uzui), bath sex (Uzui), bondage (Obanai), pregnancy (Himejima), unprotected sex, rough sex (Sanemi), overstimulation, breeding (Rengoku), I hope I didn’t forget anything else but sorry if I did.

Word count: 7.2K (bruh)

A/N: Just finished the Hashira Training Arc. No anime episode has ever stressed me more than that finale...Added Rengoku as a hypothetical what-if since he's my favorite hashira. Muichiro excluded since he's a little baby but I still love him.

Uzui Tengen: Former Sound Hashira

“Move your asses! If you don’t finish the last rep, no dinner for you tonight!”

Your husband’s loud voice carries a great distance, no surprise coming from the former sound hashira. This allows you to find him and your other co-wives fairly easily as you make your way up the mountain side where Tengen’s endurance camp had been set up.

You’re met with a somewhat…comedic(?) sight..of your flashy husband dressed in a casual kimono swinging a wooden sword at the fallen demon slayers who were clearly on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. You couldn’t help but feel pity for the poor kids.

“If you don’t get it together you’ll never survive what the other hashira have in store,” Tengen huffed, seemingly more annoyed than angry.

“Now now, Tengen-sama, don’t be so hard on the kids,” you sigh, setting down the extra pot you had been tasked with bringing to help prepare dinner. “You’ll end up giving them all nightmares.”

The way Tengen’s face lights up when he sees you makes your heart flutter. "Y/n! I was wondering where you went off to."

"I asked her to go back home to grab another stew pot," Makio chimed in, all while throwing a subtle glare towards a Suma. "Since someone forgot to do what they were told and bring it like asked.

Suma proceeds to hide behind you and Hinatsuru as you help her with the rice for the onigiri. "Uwahh! Y/n-san! Hinatsuru-san! Makio-san is targeting me again!"

"Please, don't start," You sigh.

"We all need to do our part," Hinatsuru said, like the mature woman of the group she was. "Let's do our best with dinner so that we aren't inconveniencing Tengen-sama."

With four sets of hands, you guys get dinner done by sundown, the smell of fresh onigiri and beef stew wafting through the air. However, the poor demon slayers were so worn out from your husband's brutal training, you don't think any of them would have the energy to even think about eating. Still, Tengen snaps at them to do so as to not let you all's hard work go to waste.

"Tengen-sama, please try to relax a little," you gently say, tugging on the end of his kimono. You offer him a bowl you had prepared. "It's not good to get so worked up."

Although grateful, Tengen doesn't say anything as he takes the food you offered, sipping the broth in silence.

That night, you soak in the Uzui Manner's private onsen, the stress of the day clouding your thoughts. You’re worried. You know the final battle against Muzan will inevitably happen, but you’re terrified. For your friends. For your family. What if Tengen has to come out of retirement to help? What if you and your co-wives are caught in the middle like in the Red Light District?

You’re so in your head that you don’t even hear the door open and someone enter. “What a surprise. I thought you were in bed by now.”

Tengen’s voice startles you and you’re quick to sink into the water to cover yourself. Your husband’s laughter fills your ears. “What are you being shy for?” Clad in nothing but a towel, you gawk at your husband’s physique. Despite officially retiring from the Demon Slayer Corps, his consistent training kept him in shape.

“You just surprised me…that’s all…”

Tengen settles behind you in the bath, the water sloshing as he enters and pulls you into his lap. You relax against his chest. “You wanna tell me what you were thinking about?” He asks, tracing his hand down your side making you shiver involuntarily.

“N-no….its nothing. But you seemed stressed earlier, Tengen-sama. Is there anything I can do for you.”

Tengen sighs, leaning back against the edge of the bath, arms spread and muscles tense. “It’s nothing, love, don’t worry.”

You frown. You then turn so that you’re straddling Tengen’s lap, the water splashing with your movement. Tengen raises a brow in confusion, but doesn’t question your actions. “P-please allow me to help you, Tengen-sama.”

Tengen chuckles, cupping your cheek gently. “You already do more than enough for me, and for that I’m very grateful.” The kiss he pressed against your lips starts off soft, only to grow more intense and desperate. You squirm, letting out a small whimper.

Feeling you rock against him, Tengen groans, his cock beginning to harden. He scoops you up underneath your thighs with one hand, not breaking your kiss. As he lays you down on the onsen deck, you shiver at the cold feeling of the stone. Tengen trails gentle kisses down your neck while his fingers grace your clit, stimulating the sensitive nerves.

“W-wait. W-wait,” you suddenly protest. Tengen pulls back, worried he hurt you. “I-I want to be of use to you, Tengen-sama. Please let me please you.”

Tengen wears a rather perplexed expression before chuckling. He sits back on the end of the bath. “Ok then, please me.”

You drop to your knees before your husband, taking his cock gently into your hands. It’s already stiff with arousal, pre pearling at the fat tip. Your finger traces the thick vein running up the side of Tengen’s length, making him twitch.

Tengen groaned as your warm mouth enveloped him, his head leaning back in satisfaction as his fingers gripped your hair tightly. You immediately began to suck, feeling your jaw strain as he began to swell in size. Tears prickled in your eyes, and you rest your hands on Tengen’s thighs to steady yourself.

"Mhmm fuck," Tengen moaned deeply. His low raspy voice only turned you on more. He gripped Your hair harsher and pulled you closer; you nearly gag. "Fuck. Don't stop. Use your hand. Fuck. There you go.”

You eagerly obliged, sucking him harder and taking more of him, or as much as you could cause he was just so damn big. Tears trickle down your cheeks, and it takes all Tengen’s willpower to not buck into your mouth. The sight of you looking at him so innocently, crying as you try to take his size almost has him coming down your throat. You can tell he’s close to his release from the way he tenses, muscles tightening, yet he quickly pulled you away.

“T-Tengen-sama?” You question, out of breath. Before you can react, Tengen has you pulled into his lap and your knees pressed to your chest with his arms wrapped under your legs in a rather embarrassing position that has your cunt exposed. In a single thrust, the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and you’re crying out.

Tengen rests his head against your back, breathing heavily. “You’re so good to me.” He groans at the feeling of your warm cunt wrapping snuggly around him. “I love you so much.” Tengen’s grip tightens, pulling your legs back further as his hips buck up, stretching you further. The slightly uncomfortable position makes you whimper.

“But tonight, I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”

Iguro Obanai: Serpent Hashira

You know how ruthless and impatient your husband can be, so you pity the poor slayers who were stuck in the vicious vice-like hold Obanai’s training has. Most of them had been there for at least a week, if not more, unable to perform at a level that satisfied your husband. So, you’ve taken on somewhat of a nurse role, providing first aid to the many bruises, welts and rope burns the slayers received as part of the training. Your hope was that your treatment would lessen the pain of entering the baths.

“There! All done,” you say, closing up your first aid kit having just treated the cut on one member’s face. “Next time, remember to guard your vital spots. You’re lucky it was only training. A demon wouldn’t be so forgiving.”

“R-right! T-thank you Mrs. Iguro!”

You wave the slayer off as you finish packing your things up. Though you try to ignore it, you can still hear the whispering about your husband.

“How did such a sweet woman end up with a man like the serpent hashira?”

“Yeah the only real demon here is him…”

You grit your teeth in annoyance, prepared to say something when the sliding doors slam open. The atmosphere tenses as your husband walks in, a very angry and intense aura surrounding him.

“If you have time for idle chatter then you must not have worked hard enough,” Obanai scowled, Kaburamaru hissing around his neck. The slayers all quickly scramble to their feet and ran to grab their swords and avoid Obanai’s wrath.

You tug on his haori, stopping him from moving. “Dear, be nice.”

The scowl on his face somewhat softens only to immediately return when a new person announces their presence: Kamado Tanjiro.

“I look forward to training under you,” Tanjiro says, as cheerful as ever. Either he didn’t see your husband’s murderous look or he didn’t care. “Ah! Hello to you too Mrs. Y/n!”

You return the bright smile with one of your own. “It’s great to see that you’ve recovered well, Kamado-kun.”

“Oí! Don’t be so casual with my wife like you’re friends!” Obanai snapped. “And the rest of you stop gawking at her!”

You can only sigh. Of course, anything that you said practically went in one ear and out the other, and Obanai was so rough with the trainees you were surprised he didn’t break anything. Poor Tanjiro in particular seemed to get the brunt of your husband’s annoyance, leaving him with thankfully only some bruising since the training was conducted with practice swords instead of real blades. However, Obanai wouldn’t let treat anyone’s wounds this time around. The moment he ordered for them to scram somewhere, he dragged you out the dojo and back to the main house.

His grip on your wrist was tight, and you knew better than to protest when he was in his foul moods. But the fact that he hadn’t uttered a single word was making you somewhat anxious for what was to come. Was he somehow pissed off at you too?

Once you make it to your shared room and Kaburamaru slithers off somewhere, Obanai closes the sliding door. It’s just the two of you, the tension in the air is suffocating.

“U-um…O-Obanai…a-are you mad?” you try to break the silence only to receive the most piercing glare from your husband’s dual colored eyes, making you hush up instantly.

“Mad?” Obanai scoffs. “Nothing you do can make me mad at you. But…” His eyes trained to yours as he backs you into your shared futon. “I hate the way those idiots gawk and act too friendly with you. You’re my wife. You’re mine and mine alone.”

Obanai grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. His intense gaze while nerve racking is so insanely attractive that you’re whimpering quietly, trying to rub your thighs together in desperate need. Obanai picks up on this and lets out a low chuckle.

“I guess I have to remind you in other ways that you belong to me. Clothes. Off.”

You quickly start taking your kimono off, untying the Obi sash. Clearly you don’t move fast enough for your husband’s liking as he flips you on to your back and starts pulling the fabric off of you.

“W-wait, O-Obanai!” Your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Obanai ignores your pleas, and proceeds to use your obi to intricately tie up your l your wrists behind your back, pinning your arms almost uncomfortably together.

“Don’t you look pretty,” Obanai hums in amusement, pleased with the way the bindings were. He grabs your wrists and forces you to bend over, ass in the air. Obanai nudges your legs up to have a clear view of your dripping cunt, to which he inserts a finger, then two. You helplessly squirm against the restraints, keening against his touch.

“You’re so greedy,” Obanai scoffs. “You’re just sucking my fingers in.”

“Please, Obanai,” you beg. “I need you inside me.”

“Hm…since you asked so nicely.”

You hear him shuffle around, presumably to remove his clothes. You then feel the heat of his chest as he leans over you. Although he was somewhat rough with the restraints, Obanai is tender when he kisses your shoulder blade.

With one hand on you waist and the other on your wrists, Obanai inches his cock into you, groaning at how tight you feel around him. He bottoms out easily and you moan at the uncomfortable arch the position puts you in.

“M-move…p-please…” you whimper.

Obanai chuckles. He pulls out just to the tip before thrusting back in, setting a rough yet steady pace. His cock reaches so deep thanks to the position he has you in, making you gasp each time it kisses your cervix.

“Fuck…you feel so good…” Obanai groans. Usually he’s not one to be overly vocal during sex, but the heat of your cunt was just so addicting and he thought he would lose his mind.

“P-please…” you stumble over your words as he pounds into you. “C-can I hold you?”

Obanai falters briefly, his chest feeling strangely full. How do you always find a way to be so sweet to him? You were going to be the death of him.

Nonetheless, he unties the knot to release your wrists. He flips you over, realigning his throbbing cock at your entrance. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist to pull him close. Both of you let out shaky moans as he thrusts back in. You gently kiss at the scars on his mouth, and he shivers in response, taking one of your hands to intertwine with his.

“I love you,” he mutters so quietly you almost don’t catch it. You nuzzle into his touch.

“I love you too.”

Shinazugawa Sanemi: Wind Hashira

You’re currently pissed at your husband and ignoring him. You ignoring him has him even more pissed off, so the Shinazugawa mansion is tense and a literal war zone. The impending war against Muzan is inevitable. While you understand that, you see no reason why your husband has to be such a dick to everyone. Especially to his own younger brother.

“That damn bastard, who does he think he is, going off the rails like that,” you angrily mutter under your breath as you threat Genya’s injuries. He winced at the antiseptic on his cut. You frown. “Sorry sweetheart…”

“It’s ok…Y/n-nee…” Genya says half heartedly. The recent fight between the Shinazugawa brothers ended up escalating to a dangerous point. If it weren’t for Tanjiro’s interference, there probably would’ve been more injuries. And having known the Shinazugawa brothers since childhood, you were fiercely protective of Genya. So seeing Sanemi attack his brother the way he did without any hesitation was literally your last straw.

“I’m sorry…” Genya said.

“Hm? For what?”

“For causing trouble in you and nii-san’s marriage…” the younger boy avoids looking you in the eye. “if only I could use breathing techniques and weren’t so weak…then maybe he’d acknowledge me.”

“Awe, Gen, don’t say that,” you say, pulling the younger boy into a tight hug against your chest. “Your actions have nothing to do with my marriage. Your brother is just being a pain in the ass but that doesn’t mean I still don’t love him. I know he has a shitty way of showing it, but he does care. I’m sorry that you’ve somehow gotten in the middle of our marital problems. I promise things will get better. For all of us.”

You finish tending to his injuries before placing a tender kiss on his forehead, like you used to do when you were kids. Still, Genya’s face explodes red at your babying, making you laugh as you take your exit. As you leave, you’re surprised to see your husband standing outside the door with his arms crossed. Your face sours.

“The fuck you want?” You snap.

“Still got a fuckin attitude?” He retorts.

“Says you.” You walk off in a huff. Sanemi sighs and runs after you.

“Y/n, wait. Please talk to me.”

“About what?” You say bitterly. “I don’t got shit to say to you after the stunt you pulled. I don’t want to hear anything from you unless it’s an apology.”

“Fuck, fine I’m sorry! Now will you listen to me?!” Sanemi desperately said, grabbing a hold of your wrist to stop you. Your eyes narrow, not trusting his words. “Look. I know I was wrong but I can’t take anymore of you ignoring me and doting all over Genya.”

You snatch your hand away, scowling. “So now you’re jealous of your kid brother? I used to change his goddamn diapers.”

“That’s not…ugh fuck. Come with me!” Once more Sanemi grabs your arm, dragging you through the manner against your protests. He brings you to your shared room, which for the past few weeks you’ve stopped sleeping in out of spite. Sanemi closes the door, locking it shut.

“Now what? You got me alone.” You scoff.

“Ugh just shut up!” Sanemi yells, grabbing your chin and kissing you frantically, almost desperately. Your response is muffled and your knees immediately go weak as he forces his tongue in your mouth to deepen the kiss. You’re gasping for air by the time Sanemi pulls away. He buries his head into your shoulder, inhaling your scent that he’s missed so much.

“I’m sorry…dammit…” Sanemi’s voice cracks slightly. “I don’t want to lose you too. I couldn’t bear losing another person so important to me…so please, stop being mad at me…I’m sorry.”

“Nemi…” You cup his cheek before pinching it harshly making him hiss. “You dumbass. That’s what this was all about?I didn’t realize you were this goddamn emotionally constipated.” You sigh, Sanemi now glaring at you while rubbing his cheek. You gently kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m not going anywhere any time soon, okay? I promise.”

Sanemi exhales, almost like a sigh of relief. “Okay.” He kisses you again, this time gentler as if he’s afraid you’ll leave. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper. “I’ve missed you.” Sanemi muttered. His hands begin to wander, trailing up the side of your waist under your uniform.

“Did you miss me, or my body?” You tease.

“Mhm? Both.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Yet you love me anyway.”

Sanemi kisses you again with more force, all while guiding you down to your shared futon. His hands are rough, groping your breasts, pinching your nipples that stiffen at his touch. You roll your hips upward to press against the growing bulge in his pants. Sanemi groans, biting your lip.

“You like testin’ my patience, don’t you?” Sanemi huffs.

“That depends,” you taunt, beginning to unbutton your uniform top. Sanemi swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “You gonna do something about it?”

Sanemi grit his teeth. He grabbed you by the waist, flipping you on your backside, the rest of your clothes torn off from his own impatience. “It looks like I’ll just have to fuck the attitude out of you.”

Your husband makes do of his promise, fucking you senseless into the sheets, weeks of built up tension between the two of you finally being released. He’s aggressive and rough, gripping at your hips so tightly they’d probably bruise. Your neck is littered with bite marks, while Sanemi’s already scared torso has fresh red scratches from the way you grabbed at him. Not that he minded.

“F-fuck,” Sanemi groaned, relishing the way you clenched around his cock. His hips snapped against yours, making you gasp and shudder. “Fuck I missed this. I missed you. Don’t ever fucking ignore me again.”

“N-Nemi, please, I’m close,” you whimper.

Sanemi grins. He puts your legs over his shoulder, pressing down to pin your thighs back in a mating press. The position, though uncomfortable, allows for his cock to reach even deeper. You feel so deliciously full, Tears prickling in your eyes. you cover your mouth trying to hide the sultry moans leaving your lips.

“Nope, I need to hear you,” Sanemi pants, pulling your hair. Your cries are music to his ears. “I need everyone to know how good I fuck my beautiful wife.”

He uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away your stray tears before kissing you tenderly. His pace faltered just a bit, making his thrusts more sloppy as his low grunts turned into airy moans. "Ah fuck I'm gonna come."

Sanemi gave one last deep thrust that had you gasping for air. You shivered feeling yourself be filled while your own orgasm hit. After he was sure he finished, Sanemi pulled out and sat back on his heels. He stared down you with a satisfied look on his face as some of his seed leaked from your swollen sex.

He scooped up some that spilled on to the bed and shoved it back into you. You whimpered from the overstimulation. "N-no more."

"Don't tell me what to do," Sanemi huffed. He aligned his cock at your entrance again and sank in with ease. He lets out a satisfied sigh and pulls you to his chest. "There. Now it'll stay in."

Tomioka Giyu: Water Hashira

“Tomioka-San? Hello! Tomioka-San? Excuse me? Are you there? Sorry to bother you. It’s Kamado Tanjiro!”

It’s the third day in a row the young boy has come by. At this point, you find it quite comical but you can tell your husband is losing his patience.

“Just entertain him, dear,” you say, folding up the laundry. “You know he’s not going to stop until you answer.”

Giyu doesn’t say anything before picking up his katana and leaving the room. You sigh. He had been so distant since the hashira training started. For some reason, he opted not to participate, and you could only assume that’s why Tanjiro’s been by every day to convince him otherwise. Nothing you could say would really change his mind either. The last few nights Giyu had been staying out later, only returning when he knew you’d fallen asleep and leaving first thing in the morning.

You didn’t want to push and pry, but you hope he’d open up soon. Or maybe, hopefully Tanjiro could talk some sense into him. You decide to at least go to the door and greet the boy.

“Giyu-San!? Maybe he’s not home…”

“He just left, in fact,” you say, opening the door. “Maybe you can catch him for me.”

“Ah! Y/n-san! H-hello! Sorry if I disturbed you!” Tanjiro said with a bow.

“No not at all! You’re always welcome here.” You then sigh. “Sorry my stubborn husband is causing you such trouble. If it’s not too much to ask, please talk some sense into him. I’m sure whatever it is it’s important.

Tanjiro smiled. “Of course! Leave it to me!”

For the next five days, Tanjiro shows up, trying to get your husband to talk to him. You’re thoroughly entertained by the situation that you do little to mitigate, ignoring Giyu’s obvious and desperate looks for help. After almost two weeks of this, Giyu finally comes home early one night with a rather defeated expression. You’re in bed reading when he enters your shared room and immediately collapses on the futon.

“Rough day?” You tease.

“Tanjiro doesn’t know when to quit,” Giyu sighs. He sheds his haori and places his is katana off to the side. “He wanted to have a soba eating contest?”

You laugh. “Did you win?”

“No. I yielded and promised to help with the hashira training.” Giyu doesn’t seem to thrilled by it from the tone of his voice. You frown, close your book and motion for your husband closer. Like a child, he crawls into your lap, laying his head against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. Giyu sighs contently, inhaling your scent.

“Why were you so against participating in the first place? I’m sorry, but I’m having trouble understanding,” you say, gently running your fingers through his long hair, pulling it out of his usual ponytail.

“Can we talk about it later?” Giyu mumbles. He nuzzles his face into your chest. “I just wanna hold you right now.”

You cup Giyu’s cheeks, forcing him to look at you. You smile. “It’s ok. I’m here for you.” You kiss him gently. Giyu relaxes into the kiss, groaning at the softness of your lips. “I love you so much. Don’t forget, okay?”

Giyu exhales. “Okay.”

He kisses you again, this time with more urgency. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close as you lay back down into the futon. Giyu trails kisses down the side of your neck, leaving love bites in their wake. His wandering hands tug at your nightgown, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His hair tickles your cheek making you giggle.

“Come on,” you tease, unbuttoning the top of Giyu’s uniform. “Clothes off.” His cheeks were flushed red, and his arousal was evident from the growing bulge in his pants.

“Help me, will you?” Giyu asks, shyly hiding his face in the crook of your neck. He watches while you unbuckle his belt and losen his trousers so that they fall to the floor. He could almost sigh from the instant relief when you release his erection from the confines of his boxers.

You give his cock a few languid strokes, making Giyu shudder in response. He twitched in your hand as you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip, precum beginning to leak out.

“A-ah…f-feels good…” Giyu groans. He has to steady himself on his elbows, resting his forehead against yours. It takes all his strength not to cum right there on the spot. He hikes your leg up around his waist and aligns his cock at your dripping entrance. “Relax, okay? I got you.”

Giyu slowly thrusts in, your wetness causing little resistance. You both groan at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your hips buck upwards, searching for more.

“G-Giyu, m-more,” you plea.

Your husband grunted and picked up the pace. He couldn't get the enough of the way you felt around him. The way your gummy walls would convulse with each snap of his hips. Your high pitched and needy moans for him and him alone nearly drove him over the edge.

"T-there! A-again!" You beg. You wrap your arms around Giyu’s shoulders to hold him close. Capturing your lips again, Giyu sucked hard on them in order to bruise. His thumb jabbed against your clit.

The action caused You to cum. You squealed, biting down on his tongue, making him growl. Your clit pulsated, feeling like it was still vibrating. Tingles raced through veins, rocking your entire body.

"F-fuck, I'm close!" Giyu pants.

His own high was reaching. His thrusts became less rhythmic and more sloppy. Low grunts and moans left his lips. The feeling of You tightening around his dick even more was enough to send him over the edge.

He comes with a low groan. His body rocks and he collapses on top of you, burrying his head into the crook of your neck once more. You squirm feeling him release into your womb.

Giyu pulls out, almost reluctantly and pulls you into his chest. He holds you close as you lull off to sleep. Before you doze off you hear your husband mutter a soft “I love you.”

Himejima Gyomei: Stone Hashira

“Damn it!” You huff. “Why…huff…did his…huff…training…huff…have to be on top of a stupid mountain!”

You slowly waddle your way up the top of the mountain side, on your way to deliver lunch to your husband who had been preoccupied for weeks with the Hashira training. He barely had been home. If he was, it was usually long after you had gone to sleep just to check on you and your unborn child. Then, he was gone before dawn to resume the training.

You missed him dearly. You hated how empty and cold your futon felt without his warmth. You hated how antsy you felt with not only the fear of the upcoming battle with Muzan looming in the distance, but the anxiety knowing that your due date was approaching within the next month. Sitting around was driving you crazy, so you took it upon yourself to make your husband a home cooked meal and bring it to him, asking the crow to guide you. What you didn’t expect was him to be at the top of a literal fucking mountain.

“Ugh I can’t do this…” you groaned, pausing at a random tree to rest. “My feet are cramping and if this child kicks me in my bladder one more time…”

“Eh? Mrs. Himejima?”

“Eh? Ah! Genya!” While you’re thrilled to see the boy that you’ve quite honestly grown attached to like your own child, he on the other hand is freaking out. Why were you out here alone in your condition? Did Himejima know that you were here? What should he do? Help you get home?

“Genya, have you seen Gyomei?” You eagerly ask, grabbing the boy’s hands. “I was trying to surprise him with lunch, but I kinda got lost on my way up here. It’s such a ways away from the other hashira isn’t it.”

“U-um I-I,” Genya stammered. He then sighed. He couldn’t say no to you when your expression was so innocent. He also wouldn’t forgive himself he let you get hurt. “Ok. I’ll lead the way. P-please be careful. Let me know immediately if you need anything!”

“Of course!”

You follow Genya down a path, asking the boy how his training has been with the other hashira. Eventually, the sound of roaring water fills your ears and you both arrive to a massive water fall.

“Namu Amida Butsu,” someone chants and you realize that there are demon slayers standing under the water, bracing the impact.

“Oh my, this is Gyomei’s training?” You gasp.

“Only the first part,” Genya sighs. “Most people collapse and don’t get past the rest.”

“I see.” You’re not that surprised that your husband’s session was the seemingly most physically challenging and demanding. It would of course be no issue for him as his giant stature and inhuman strength made even the most impossible of tasks look like a breeze. But you feel for the younger ones who haven’t quite figured out how to unlock that same inner strength.

“Eh? Wait? Is that Zenitsu!?” You exclaimed, realizing you recognized a head of yellow hair floating down the river. “Ehh! Oh dear! Zenitsu!”

“Wait! Mrs. Himejima!”

You’re already waddling toward the riverbed, trying to reach out and grab the seemingly unconscious boy. You strain as you try your best to grab him, but he slips past you. The rocks are slick with water and before you realize it, you lose your balance. Before you tumble forward, someone grabs you by your waist and gently lifts you out of the river.

“My love, what ever are you doing here?” The low, calm rumble of your husband’s voice fills your ears. Your cheeks warm as your face lights up in excitement.

“Gyomei!” You turn in his arms to hug him around his neck. “I missed you! I bought you lunch! Come on, let’s eat it before it gets cold.”

Gyomei chuckles. “Let’s get you out of the wet clothes first so you do not catch a cold.” He looks over to Genya and gives a slight nod. “Thank you for looking after her. You can be done for the day, Genya.”

“R-right! Thank you, sensei.”

You talk your husband’s ear off about nonsense, him listening with a smile on his face as he carries your back home. By the time you make it back though, you’re sneezing, shivering slightly from the cold.

“My love, what ever were you doing up there?” Gyomei asks, setting you down. He gently unties your Obi, sliding the wet kimono off your shoulders. “You could’ve been hurt, dear.”

“I wanted to surprise you with lunch…” you say somewhat bash fully. “I haven’t seen you much and I’ve really missed you.”

Gyomei softly smiles. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel neglected.” He unties the juban undergarment and you’re left completely bare and exposed before him.

You feel slightly self conscious. Your body has changed so much from the pregnancy. Your breasts were constantly swollen and tender. Your stomach now round and full with stretch marks streaking across your thighs. Yet, Gyomei’s hands are gentle as he explores the new changes to your body. His fingers grace over the curve of your belly, smiling as he feels his baby…your baby…kick against his palm.

“It’s ok…” you let out a shaky breath. “I know it’s your job.”

“No, my first priority is you and will always be you,” Gyomei insists.

“M-mei, can you touch me?” You plea.

“But you’re so far along now. I do not wish to hurt you, my love.”

“You won’t!” Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been missing the gentle intimacy with your husband due to his busy schedule. Either way, you’re finding yourself overcome with desire, wanting nothing but for Gyomei to take and fill you up. “Please?”

Gyomei sighs. He can’t say no to you. “If I hurt you at any point please let me know.”

Laying down, Gyomei pulls you by your waist over his face, his hot breath tickling your core. Your face flushes. “W-wait, Mei, I’ve gained so much weight cause of the pregnancy. I’m so much heavier now and-“

“I don’t care,” Gyomei says, his gentle hands caressing your skin. “You can sit.”

“B-but-“

“Sit.”

The command leaves your legs weak and you settle down over your husband’s face. He grips your waist as he begins to eat you out. You gasp, for some reason more overly sensitive than usual.

“M-Mei-“ you whimper. You rock your hips in tangent with his tongue. Gyomei’s touch tickles your skin. He traces the curve of your stomach, making you shiver. He cups your breasts. They feel larger, and more swollen than usual in preparation to breastfeed. Your nipples are more sensitive too, stiff from Gyomei playing with them.

Your thighs try to clench shut, which Gyomei puts an immediate stop to. He forces your legs open wider to have deeper access to your dripping cunt as he greedily laps up everything you drop. Your essence is so sweet and he can never get enough of you.

As much as he hates to admit it, he’s hated how much his responsibilities as hashira have taken his focus away from you. He’s missed your touch, your taste. He’s missed your scent and your presence. He has noticed all the subtle ways your body has changed and he hates that he hasn’t been around more often to witness it.

“A-ah, I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, gripping at Gyomei’s hair. You let out a soft cry as your orgasm hits. Your body shudders and you feel your clit tingle as Gyomei sucks on the sensitive nerves. He laps up your release, squeezing your hips to ground himself. “W-wait. T-too much.” Suddenly, a second orgasm rocks your body that leaves you gasping. Your legs have lost their feeling, and you couldn’t stand even if you wanted to.

Gyomei pulls you into his lap. He hugs you into his chest, his hands snaking under your stomach to lift it gently and provide you some sort of relief. You sigh contently now that some of the weight was lifted.

“Are you alright my love?” Gyomei asks, kissing the back of your neck.

“Mm..” Your cheeks flush as you can feel your husband’s straining erection by sitting on his lap. His hard cock presses against his pants, yet he makes no effort to deal with it. “M-mei, do you…um want some help with…”

Gyomei chuckles, his chest rumbling. “Please do not worry about me, love. Your comfort and pleasure is my first priority.”

Rengoku Kyojuro: Flame Hashira

Like Uzui, Rengoku came out of retirement to help with the Hashira training. His session would take place after one passed Tokito’s endurance training and focused on working on Total Concentration Breathing.

Seems easy, no?

Reality is most people pass out due to their inability to regulate their breathing correctly, thus having to start the process all over again. Your job is to go around a bring water to keep the slayers hydrated. But most are unable to drink due to the constricting feeling of the lungs after trying to recover from constantly using total concentration breathing. That along with the other physical strains it puts on the body. So you just do your best to encourage people to drink when they can.

“Come now! You must focus on the flow of your breathing and raise your awareness of your entire body!” Your husband’s loud voice carries across the training grounds. You can even hear him when inside. “Mastering this will even allow you to detect the most hidden injuries and slow the progression of poisons”

“Darling, don’t overwork them,” you say, coming outside with a new pitcher of drinks and cups. You offer him a cup, which he gratefully takes. “Let them catch their breath first.”

“Very well! 3 minutes then we shall start the next rep!”

You can feel all the gracious looks from the junior slayers as they can finally recuperate for a moment, even if brief. You know your husband isn’t intentionally trying to be harsh. He just gets so passionate about something and sometimes seems to forget that others do not possess the same strength or stamina as him.

“Hello? Rengoku-San?” A familiar voice calls out. It’s a face you and Kyojuro haven’t seen in a minute.

“Ah! Kamado! Long time no see!” Kyojuro exclaims. “I’m glad to see you’re in good condition!”

“It’s good to see you again! You too, Y/n-san!”

“I’m glad you’re doing well,” you say cheerfully. “Good luck with the training.”

Since Tanjiro had already had some experience with Total Concentration Breathing, his session was slightly modified. He’d have to tackle the XL gourd, bigger than the one he did at the Butterfly Mansion and then would spar with Kyojuro. If he stopped his Breathing he’d have to restart. But before any of that, for a warm up, all slayers had to run a 5K while maintaining their breathing.

By the time the sun set, just about everyone was passed out, beyond exhausted from the day. Kyojuro was still in overly good spirits, and full of energy as if the training didn’t even cause him to break a sweat.

“Kyo, I think it’s best to call it a day,” you deadpan.

“Really? But it’s not even dark yet?” Your husband has the most innocent look on his face.

You frown but then an idea strikes you. You lean in close to Kyojuro so that others around you can’t hear the next filthy words that leave your lips.

“If you still have so much energy left, why don’t you use that to put a baby in me like you’ve been wanting.”

You walk off without letting him respond, so you miss the way Kyojuro’s face explodes red. He rambles off some sort of excuse to the other slayers about training concluding for the day before rushing off to find you.

You wait patiently in your room, undressing so that you’re in nothing but your underwear by the time your husband arrives in a frenzy. Kyojuro’s face is flushed, chest chest heaving. The moment he spots you, he picks you up and pins you to the nearest wall, kissing you with urgency.

You groan as Kyojuro’s tongue forces its way into your mouth. His hands gripping the meat of your thighs tightly as he presses his growing erection against your exposed core.

“Feel so big, Kyo,” you whimper, rolling your hips against his.

“My flame, did you mean what you said earlier?” Kyojuro pants, his voice husky and airy as what little restraint he had started slipping away. He needed to fill you up and feel you around him bad, but he wouldn’t unless you were serious.

“Put a baby in me, Kyojuro,” you all but demand.

“If that is what my lovely life wishes,” Kyojuro chuckles. He lays you on the futon and sheds his clothes quickly. “Then I shall fulfill.” His cock is already stiff against his abdomen, twitching in his hand as pre cum oozes from the tip. You trace your fingers down his scared torso, noting the way Kyojuro’s muscles tense at your touch.

“I can’t wait to see what you look like when you tummy’s all swollen and full with my child,” Kyojuro said, aligning his cock at your entrance, his cheeks flushed. “You’ll make such a good mother.”

In a single thrust, Kyojuro sheathed his cock into your cunt to the hilt. The penetration left your eyes watering, crying out in pleasure. Kyojuro groaned. You felt so snug and warm around him that it took everything to keep from pounding into you right away.

“G-gods…you feel so good…”

“K-kyo, m-move,” you beg, trying to move your hips for some sort of friction.

Kyojuro grunts. He pins your legs to your chest, With a languid roll of his hips, he experimentally pulled his length out from the clamp of your hole. And with a sharp snap, he drove himself back into you. The sheer force of his scorching length shot the first wave of pleasure through the both of you. The two of you let out low moans. That first penetration gave way to a succession of increasingly rougher thrusts that had your body burning with pleasure.

Kyojuro’s body shuddered slightly anticipation. You clung to him and dug your nails in his shoulders trying to keep him close. The way his cock stretched you out had you feeling so full and lightheaded, leaving you babbling his name like a mantra.

Kyojuro groaned. He hovered over you, leaning down the kiss you passionately. His hands trailed up side to your nipples that became erect from pleasure. Lips trailing up the side of your neck, he left several bite marks.

"Ah a-ah t-that feels funny." You squirmed. "Kyo ~"

The sound of you moaning his name made Kyojuro’s cock throb. He fumbled slightly, his aggressive and frantic rutting becoming slower and slightly sloppy, instead.

“Ugh, coming,” Kyojuro groaned. He buried himself all the way to the hilt inside you. His orgasm hit and it hit hard. His dick pulsated with each subsequent spurt of cum. His hips still as he emptied inside you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel your insides snap. Your pussy clenching tightly around Kyojuro, practically milking him as your own high shakes your body.

“S-shit,” Kyojuro gasps. He pulled out of your abused hole, watching the way his seed trickled out. The sight made his dick twitch. “This won’t do,” he chuckled while pulling your legs up around his waist. “At this rate, I won’t get you pregnant. Guess I’ll just have to fill you up again and again until it sticks.”

[yazminbraginski]

❛ SIT ON MY FACE ❜

Himejima Gyomei X Fem!Wife!Reader

WC; 800+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: oral -> female receiving, female reader, she/her, female bodily terms used, praise, brief thoughts on gyomei seeing u preggy but reader is not preggy

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) is it alright if i can get some nsfw w him? mainly because i see him as that one audio "sit on my face, put your whole body weight on me" - ANON

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"Sit on my face," Gyomei says against the fabric of your underwear.

"You won't be able to breathe," you reply shyly avoiding his gaze, but he doesn't care, he loves your weight pressing up against his face.

Gyomei can only think of how it would feel to have you, his pretty wife full of his seed, all plump and pregnant with his child and sitting on his face. 

"Come on, please," he hums, placing kisses over your lower abdomen as you sit on his upper chest, your arousel soaking his bare skin.

You nibbled your lip, you were truly worried that you would suffocate him. This wasn't the first time you have sat on Gyomei's face but it still worries you that he won't be able to breathe. Gyomei doesn't care, so what if he can not breathe? He'll die a lovely death if it's your weight and cunt soaking him.

"Alright," you said while lifting your hips over his face before slipping your panties off, hovering your dripping cunt over his mouth and you looked down seeing his eyebrows furrow in annoyance before a tight grip held your thighs and pushed your weight onto his face. 

A gasp leaves your lips, not only due to the fast action of Gyomei but the instant hot sensation of his tongue and nose bumping against your puffy clit, causing you to gasp. You grip his black hair, your fingers tightening onto the strange and he groans into your cunt causing vibrations to shudder through your body.

His tongue drags up from your soaked hole to your clit and moans slip from your lips. You are desperate to keep quiet, but you know that Gyomei doesn't like it when you hide your voice. 

"So pretty," Gyomei mumbles as his tongue plays with your clit making your thighs squish agasint his head, arousing a moan from him. you grind yourself down on him as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your high, the could in your tummy growing the more Gyomei pleasures you.

"That's it," he murmurs agasint your slick cunt. "So good for me."

"Hah~ Gyo-Gyo," you chant his name through broken syllables as his movements become faster and his fingers dig into your plush thighs. Thighs clench around his head through his restricting hold and a moan reverberates into your clit causing you to grind down into his face. Chants of his name spilled from your mouth, and he loved every second of it.

As your orgasm approached, two fingers pressed through your folds and into your gummy walls, instantly finding their spot. With his fingers curved as he quickly inserted them, he rubbed them on the tender spot inside your walls causing more maons to slip from your mouth.

God, Gyomei loves to hear you fall apart with his mouth.

You chant his name again through broken letters, just wanting to think straight but you couldn't, his movements becoming faster, more needy and the single hold he had on your thigh tightened. The coil in your stomach tightened and your fingers secured around his locks, preventing him from moving but causing him to moan more into your folds.

"'m gonna come," I moan. "Gyo, ngh~"

As the moans spilled from his lips and your lips, the only thing it did was tip you over the edge and the moment he pressed his tongue hard against my clit, was once a soft scream left your mouth. The coil in your stomach released, drenching his face entirely.

Gyomei lifted you off of his face gently spinning the positions around so that you lay comfortably on your back and he towered over you, a concerned expression on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, making sure that the orgasm wasn't too overwhelming for you.

"I am, Gyo," you sigh before your lips pout seeing how much your cum is stained and spread on his face. "Lemme clean you up!"

"You don't have to-"

"No, Gyo. I wanna take care of you," you replied a smile on your lips and he did the same, a smile plastered on his lips.

"Alright."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

m.list | demon slayer m.list

[yazminbraginski]

𝐘𝐨𝐮❜𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 (Spanish request)

°•Solicitud especial para: @blaubeeren 💜🫂

Ninguna molestia, espero que te haga sentir al menos un poquito mejor, te quiero mucho

Has estado algo decaída últimamente. Te sientes con ganas de llorar y no te lo has impedido, las lágrimas escapan de tus ojos rodando sobre tus mejillas cuando nadie puede verte y te desahogas hasta dormir, esperando que mañana sea mejor.

Pero otra vez, esa sensación está ahi. No sabes ni siquiera cómo llamarla. Podrá ser ¿tristeza? ¿Soledad? ¿Inseguridad? Hay algo en tu pecho que duele y se siente mal cuando te miras al espejo. Esa horrible sensación de sentirte sola incluso cuando estás rodeada de personas.

Te deshaces de la gente tan fácil, ha pasado un tiempo desde que tuviste un mejor amigo o amiga y ni hablar del amor. Ni siquiera sabías qué se sentía experimentarlo. Suspiraste soltando tu cabello, acabando otro día más antes de irte a la cama y colocarte ropa más cómoda para ir a dormir. El futón en la esquina de tu cuarto te esperaba gustosamente para envolverte en su suavidad y disipar tus penas.

Te habías metido debajo de las suaves sábanas cuando casi involuntariamente tus ojos ardieron, borrando la claridad de tu visión en medio de lágrimas que salían con desesperación. Tu pecho subía y bajaba entre sollozos entrecortados, ahogados con la tela que cubría tu boca intentado callarlos. Cerraste los ojos en busca de consuelo pero una mano sobre tu hombro se encargó de voltearte boca arriba y ver tus mejillas mojadas.

Lo primero que viste en su rostro fueron sus brillantes ojos amarillos dentro del oscuro manto de la noche invadiendo tu cuarto. No te sorprendió su presencia pues seguro había entrado por la ventana como suele hacer siempre, si no que de cierta forma, te había encontrado llorando, frágil y vulnerable. Eso era nuevo.

Tus ojos estaban abiertos, tus pestañas húmedas pegándose entre sí mientras él te observaba con algo de incredulidad dibujada en sus facciones.

—¿Estás llorando? —él sabía que lo estabas, fue más bien una pregunta para sí mismo. Sorprendido de cierta forma porque nunca antes te había visto hacerlo.

No sabías que hacer, habías sido atrapada y por la persona que menos esperabas. Tus mejillas se tiñeron de rosa al no saber qué hacer o cómo reaccionar. Lentamente te sentaste entre las cobijas arreglándote el cabello e inhalaste con fuerza, evitando verlo a los ojos. Él ya no era humano, habían pasado siglos desde eso pero sabía mejor que nadie el pesar del dolor mental. El rechazo, la soledad y las cosas que dolían más que una herida física.

Gyutaro tenía dentro del pecho una inusual necesidad de consolarte, de hacer que dejaras de llorar al igual que lo hace con su hermana. Su mano fue hacia tu cabeza y dió un par de palmadas en ella, tratando de ser cuidadoso pero aún así sintiendo la torpeza de sus movimientos en su tacto pesado. El pequeño gesto llenó tu corazón de mil emociones haciendo inevitablemente que te derrumbaras frente a él.

Su pecho fue tu resguardo, aferrando tus manos a los huesos de su columna en un abrazo desesperado mientras tus lágrimas dejaban trazos cálidos por su piel mientras hacia todo lo posible por sostenerte entre sus brazos, sin saber que decir. Era muy malo con las palabras. Sus ojos miraron vagamente hacia el techo y sus manos acariciaron tu espalda tratando de brindarte confort y refugio. Eras el único ser humano en la Tierra que le importaba.

—Shh...ya. Todo estará bien, ya verás

Su naturaleza demoniaca le quitaba de la mente cualquier palabra de consuelo para dedicarte pero sus brazos no te soltarían hasta que tú lo quisieras, asi él tuviera que estar ahí hasta el amanecer, hasta que llegara el sol y le hiciera escapar antes de poder ser calcinado.

Pasaron algunos minutos desde que te acomodaste en su fuerte agarre, inconscientemente, el demonio de alta estatura se movía despacio de adelante hacia atrás en un suave arrullo a tu cuerpo para brindarte una sensación de seguridad hasta que dejaste de llorar. Tus sollozos pasaron y luego de un rato, su ronca voz en casi un murmullo resonó en su pecho contra tu oreja.

—¿Quieres hablar?

Cerraste los ojos rendida, era tan dulce de su parte hacer esa pregunta. Querías abrazarlo eternamente perl elegiste romper un poco la distancia entre ustedes dos y alejarte solo lo suficiente para mirarlo a los ojos. Tus mejillas brillaban bajo la luz de la luna donde habían estado corriendo todas tus lágrimas.

—Quiero pero...no lo sé. Es difícil

—Entonces no lo hagas —su tono era seco, pero para nada grosero. A diferencia de otras veces.

Sus  dedos largos fueron hacia tu cabello para acomodar uno de tus mechones detrás de tu oreja sin despegar sus ojos de tí, admirando mentalmente toda tu belleza. Ambas manos se quedaron sobre tus hombros, acomodando tu ropa o simplemente para tocar la calidez de tu piel debajo de la tela.

Un suspiro soltó sus labios, entreabriéndolos dejandote ver sus afilados y peligrosos dientes pero las palabras se quedaron ahí, volviendo a cerrar la boca, aparentemente arrepentido de lo que pudo haber dicho, prefiriendo callar y admirarte.

—Sabes que mientras yo este aquí jamás vas a estar sola...

Una frase cliché tal vez pero para tí, fue lo más hermoso que pudiste haber escuchado en este momento. Mucho más viniendo de él. Todo era más importante cuando venía de él.

Su rostro estuvo sobre el tuyo en un instante, demasiado rápido como para poder notarlo, acunando tus mejillas en sus manos cuando decidió dejar un beso lento y casto sobre tu frente, solo para bajar hacia tu naríz y depositar otro ahí, luego uno en tu mejilla derecha y otro en la izquierda, llenando tu rostro de suaves besos sintiendo un leve temblor de nerviosismo en sus labios humedeciéndose en los rastros de tus lágrimas a medio secar dejándote llevar mientras cerrabas los ojos.

—Eso es todo lo que necesito... —tu voz casi un suspiro.

—¿Entonces era afecto lo que querías?

—...a tí. Tú eres todo lo que necesito —sus ojos se abrieron ante tu declaración.

Te observó detenidamente sin moverse, seguías sin abrir los ojos y en su lugar cubriste ambas de sus manos con las tuyas para mantener sus palmas contra tus mejillas y acercarlo a tí, sentirlo que estaba ahí.

Se acercó por instinto, como si todo tu ser fuera su única fuente de vida, sentiste solo por el tacto la cercanía a la que estaba cuando su respiración chocó con la tuya y su frente se dejaba caer sobre la tuya.

—Me alegra que sientas lo mismo...

Los labios de Gyutaro buscaban necesitadamente los tuyos, un deseo inmenso creció por su pecho cuando estuvo sobre ellos, queriendo quedarse para siempre y jamás soltarlos mientras te tomaba con calidez para tratar de llenar toda tu alma de amor asi como tú habías hecho con la suya.

"ᴱᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ʷʳᵒⁿᵍ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ⸴ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ‧"

°•Song Inspo: You're the only good thing in my life - Cigarettes After Sex (la canción es medio romántica/nostalgicona, no la busques si estás triste plox)

[yazminbraginski]

Hi! Its been a while since i last posted here but im back now and with more mychael !!!

Anyway

Here is a messy sketch of mc and mushroom boy cuddling

Have a nice day!!💕

[yazminbraginski]

I NEED to give Dilftaro the sloppiest head in the backseat of the family van in front of our family house 😭

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝

ꔫ‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, oral sex, blowjob ꔫ‧₊ Note Ask and you shall receive (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) What a good way to celebrate my return from vacation ♡

After a romantic date with your husband, you pull up into the driveway of your home. Gyutaro puts the van into park and sighs.

"I wish we could do this more often."

"I know, me too," you lean forward and kiss his cheek.

It's not often that the two of you get to have dates like this. Ume came over to babysit the kids so you and your husband could have a much needed date night together.

"I mean, we don't have to end the date just yet," you say as you put your hand on his thigh.

His cheeks immediately turn pink, "Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean...," you trail off and begin unbuttoning his pants, "we should take advantage of this opportunity."

"B-babe!" he gasps as you pull his semi-hard cock out of his pants, "But we-we're in front of the house!"

"It's fine, it's dark out anyways. No one will see," you smile and begin stroking his length, "Besides it's been so long since I've been able to do this for you."

Leaning over, you tilt his seat back so he can be in a more comfortable position, and then you prepare to pleasure your husband.

He moans softly and all of his worries begin to melt away as you wrap your lips around him. Slightly bucking his hips, involuntarily following the warmth of your mouth.

"Ahh fuck..." he groans and tilts his head back.

Gyutaro works really hard to support you and take care of his family, so you love when you get moments like this to worship his body and make him feel good. He's the perfect husband and father, so he deserves it.

"Feel good, Gyu?" you coo as you stop for a moment to take a breath. But before he can respond you're lowering your lips onto him again.

"Y-yeah," he pants, bringing his hand up to gently hold your hair.

He could roughly grab your hair and pull you up and down his cock, but no he's much more gentle than that. Carefully caressing your hair and softly bucking his hips. Being so gentle and caring, just as he always has been throughout your relationship.

Giving him a sloppy blowjob in the family van seems like a fitting reward. So that's exactly what you do.

His toes curl in ecstasy when you manage to fit all of him down your throat. Over the years you've somehow managed to fit all of him without triggering your gag reflex.

Bobbing your head up and down, going faster and faster as his moans increase in volume.

You know he's getting close when his thighs begin to tremble and his member twitches.

"Y-Y/N ah I-I... Ngh!" he moans incoherently as you milk him with your pillowy soft lips.

He's so fucking close, and you know just what to do to bring him over the edge. You flick your tongue over his frenulum, that soft spot right below his cock head. It's very sensitive, and it's your secret weapon to giving your husband the most amazing orgasms.

The muscles in his shaft contract, twitching violently as he spews hot sticky semen into your mouth - splattering across your tongue and throat.

A loud groan of satisfaction leaves his lips, like all of his stress and worries have been released and he feels nothing but pure bliss.

He looks down at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes. Usually, men his age who are married with two small children don't get to have moments like this. All they get is missionary sex once or twice a month.

But no, not Gyutaro. His wife loves him to the moon and back and isn't afraid to show him just how much she loves him. Not to mention that after all these years the passion you feel for each other is only getting stronger each day.

"Y/N..." he mutters between content sighs, "I love you..."

"I love you too Gyu," you say after you swallow his load. "Maybe from now on we can make this a tradition after every date~"

[yazminbraginski]

Hello there Gyu-Simp I hope you are well I had this idea in mind for awhile. I would request that Modern Gyutaro and fem reader are shopping and she tries on different swimsuits and Gyutaro gets horny from it and they do it in the dressing room.

°•Hot shopping with Gyutaro

⚠️ WARNINGS: Semi-public s3x | NSFW | MINORS DNI | Quickie | Mirror s3x

Tysm for this request, it was so fun to write and interesting! 👀 i loved the final result so hope u love it too 💖

You had planned a small vacation out of the city with Gyutaro in a few weeks, so this weekend both of you took the opportunity to walk around the mall to do some shopping for the trip. You bought some summer clothes, sunscreen and a nice beach bag, you almost forgot the most important thing. You needed a swimsuit.

You had one but it was a little more conservative, you were going on a trip alone with Gyutaro so you wanted to choose something new for this occasion so you were willing to choose the best two-piece swimsuit that could exist. Gyutaro accompanied you to give you his opinion about the clothes you were examining inside the store, along with other girls in the nearby areas.

Your hands wandered through the racks of clothes trying to find something until you had 3 final styles. You took your clothes and headed towards the dressing rooms but when you saw the endless line in front of you you felt heavy exhaustion in your legs. It would be hours of waiting.

"Is it so necessary for you to try it on?" Gyutaro asked.

"I'm afraid so, my hips tend to deceive me so I have to make sure it's my size or it will be a waste."

Gyutaro sighed and looked around for a solution until he saw a person from the store, wearing a uniform and a pin with her name on it. "Why don't you ask that girl if there is another free dressing room?"

Gyutaro was right, you walked towards the employee and asked her what your boyfriend told you after greeting her. The young woman smiled at you and said yes, so you followed her and told Gyutaro to accompany you. The girl took you to a different area of the store, it was the men's swimsuit dressing room which was completely empty. "You can try on the clothes here without any problem, if you need anything else you can call me." The young woman told you, unlocking one of the doors and returning to her work area after reviewing the clothes you would try on.

You entered the dressing room and came out to model each of the bikinis for your boyfriend in the hallway. Gyutaro gave you his approval with each one, telling you to turn and move, walk or stretch. You thought he was being very considerate of you, there are boyfriends who find this quite boring but what you didn't know is that Gyutaro had found an advantage in all this and seeing you in different semi-naked bikinis moving obediently as he asked you to to glue his eyes to your butt was making this quite entertaining for him, he was starting to get hard under his jeans.

You walked out the door to show him the last option. A simple bikini with a print of small cherries with red and white details that fit your body wonderfully. If you weren't wearing your panties underneath Gyutaro could perfectly appreciate the small printed thong going inside your ass and even showing the beginning of your pussy at the crotch. This one was more provocative than the rest.

"Don't you think you should take off your bra to see how it fits better?" The boy suggested, sure that you would obey him and you did.

You went out again and now without your bra, only with the bikini top. "You're right, I hadn't noticed how revealing this was...do you think it's too noticeable?" You turned to Gyutaro, placing your fingers on your breasts to point out your nipples that were clearly visible under the thin printed fabric.

"Hhmm, maybe so."

"Well, I think I'll go back and look for other styles." Before you could close the locker room door, Gyutaro stood up and snuck inside with you, locking the door from the inside as he laughed quietly at your surprised expression. "Gyutaro, what are you doing! They're going to scold us if they see us together in here."

"Don't be afraid, there's no one besides us here and the woman from the store is gone." Gyutaro ignored your warnings so while the two of you were talking he began to caress your thigh, going up to your butt slowly to massage it with both hands, pulling the strings of your bikini thong to throw it to the floor. "Gyutaro! Not here, someone might come or hear us!"

"Sorry doll, but look what you and those tiny bikinis accomplished." He said, taking your hand and placing it right over his erection. "Now take charge will you?"

Gyutaro pulled the bikini straps on your neck and back to remove the garment and leave your breasts bare under his horny gaze, he left the bra somewhere else and pulled your panties down to your thighs while he unbuttoned his pants.

"It will be quick I promise, just let us cum and that's it. You can continue with your shopping."

This also turned you on, the thought of doing it in a semi-public place was something new and the risk was starting to make your core throb with desire. You made sure to hang the bikini somewhere else so it was completely clean. The space inside the dressing room was quite small, nothing more than a small bench and a huge mirror that covered one of the inside walls. That would be very useful now.

Gyutaro took off his sweatshirt and put it on the bench to grab you and corner you against the wall so that you sat on it so that he could lean in front of you and start kissing you while he played with both of your tits in his hands, kneading and pinching them with desire making you moan into his mouth. You had both legs around his waist feeling the breeze from the air conditioning cool your wet folds until Gyutaro decided to stick his fingers in between them to start getting you wet.

He pulled your knees up to his shoulders and pulled you closer to spread your legs wider. He looked down and got a perfect view of your wet pussy opening as the dripping tip of his length rubbed against your clit, driving him crazy.

"So, what are you waiting for?" You told him, biting your lip and jumping in place a couple of times to get closer to him and rub his member.

Gyutaro took your hips and slowly entered you until he filled you completely with firm and hasty thrusts, making you gasp several times trying to hide your pleasure. Gyutaro panted, trying not to moan with the intensity he needed as he felt your warmth sucking him completely, squeezing him with need and smearing him with you. After a few minutes he changed positions making him sit on the bench and leaving you sitting on his lap with your back on his chest. He was in charge of keeping your legs open and now you were both sitting right in front of the huge mirror inside, perfectly observing each of your movements.

"That's it, look, watch me fuck you." Gyutaro said, holding your chin, whispering a thousand dirty things in your ear, explaining in detail everything he would do to you if only you had more space in there.

It was impossible not to see in the mirror everything that Gyutaro did to you, how one of his hands played with your tit, both bouncing on your chest with each thrust, his length filling your hole and his other hand without letting go of your pussy, inserting his fingers between your folds to touch your clit and rub it as he knew you liked. You could feel your core burning as you leaned your head back and with a heaving sigh you simply cum, letting all your squirt wet Gyutaro's hand.

Your hot, sticky feeling made him cum minutes later, mixing your juices with his. After a few minutes to compose yourself, you both tried to clean yourself with some paper that you found inside your bag. Gyutaro buttoned his pants and you put your clothes back on to leave the room together, pretending that you hadn't just sweated too much and your hands and legs were shaking.

You put the bikinis in their place and decided to go to another store inside the mall to continue searching for the perfect bikini and to provoke Gyutaro again, who knows, maybe other dressing rooms would be more spacious or have a larger mirror.

[yazminbraginski]

cw mentions of blood, gyutaro is a demon so he smells bad !!! , disgusting smells <3

he licks a long stripe up your neck to your cheek, his entire body shivering as he tastes you. you taste so sweet, savory— like a slab of meat.

"so.. pretty.." his voice shakes as he fucks into you, your beautiful sakura decorated kimono ripped to shreds by this fucking— demon.

he smells like blood— it's disgusting, putrid, horrid even, and yet you find yourself cumming all over him.

"g-gyuuu.. please, please.. don't stop.—" you gasp out, watching as his body bends in the most weirdest way— his bones cracking as he continues to fuck his swollen cock into you. after all the nights of him fucking into his palm as he watches you bathe— he finally has you cumming on him.

"can– can i cum inside?.. please, please. oh fuck— please. please. lemme, let me, lemme cum inside you— nngh." he babbles before sinking his teeth into your shoulder until your blood trinkles out, causing you to yell in pain— he uses his saliva to heal the wound as he stills his hips inside of you.

so much cum spills out, soiling your sheets, whatever is left of your kimono as well. you both stay there, your tummy almost bloated from how much he came.

"gyutaro.. will you come back?" you whisper, almost as if you spoke too loud, you'd wake up from a dream.

"y-yes." he mumbles, "always, always, always for you. so pretty. my girl.. so pretty.. so perfect– l-loving something like mee.. ahh... it's so so— good."

he nuzzles his head into you as if he were an animal, the scent of him still remaining but you don't really care anymore— your chest covered with his drool. you place your hand on the back of his head, in a silent attempt to soothe him.

"mhm. you're so pretty too, gyu."